I see that this is an old thread, but I thought I'd share anyway. I have two PL memories both of which involve my fingertips...a strange thing to mention but in this lifetime I have a habit of rubbing my fingertips along the seams of my clothes when I'm anxious or tired. This is such a habit that I actually have callouses from doing this! Any pressure on my fingertips is very soothing to me. The earlier (I'm guessing) is a life of a young man who was a monastic scribe. I think I was near the French/Italian border. I found my work also became my own worship??? The other is just a glimpse of an elderly woman who spun wool thread for a very large household or small village. I can feel the twist of the yarn passing over cracked, red fingers.