Hands

What do our hands say about us?

A friend is a hand that is always holding yours, 

no matter how close or far apart you may be.

“Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand 

is the beginning of a journey.

Our hands are so much a part of who we are, what we do. What stories they could tell about us..... An expert observer could instantly surmise important facts about someone simply by looking at their hands: Rough, weathered hands of a farmer or lifetime outdoor laborer. Calloused fingertips of an accomplished guitarist or violinist. The soft, well-manicured, painted-nail hands of a woman of means that hasn’t needed to spend much time doing strenuous housework. Delicate, nurturing hands of a practiced gardener.

When I study my hands I see the wisdom of my years.  My hands are a reflection of the sacred most precious knowledge that has been given me through my experiences in life.  My hands show the journey was not easy. These hands are rough, not smooth and polished like some. My hands parallel my life for it also has been rough; not smooth, not glamorous, or polished, not easy in anyway. My hands are the reflection of all that I am and all that I was meant to be.  My hands hold the wonders of the world, my world, my life.