Summers in the westcoast, from Vancouver to Los Angeles, and everywhere in between and beyond have been increasingly hotter and drier. My skin has experienced dusty winds, icy air conditioning, salty waters, prickly fluctuations, general neglect, and like the fallen fruit that lays on the ground end of summer, I am reminded that while my skin is resilient, she also is craving sweetness and holding not from blush or bb creams, but from care, attention, and time to be. Our skin is precious, and for those who are intuitive or walk the medial path, our skin is the organ that is especially attuned to subtle perceptions and relationality. In other words, our skin from a psychic context provides information on whether we want to be open or to remain closed. I think sometimes we forget this.