As I was sifting through a pile of magazines this week I came across this photo & it made me pause & stare...& ponder
Our hands are our humanity.
They enable us to interact with the world, touch, feel life.
Without hands we would be mere spectators standing on the edge of our world looking in.
When we get our hands dirty..
..we become participators.
Touch, like music, is in fact, a universal language. If we have hands, we get to chose everyday what we will do with them.
Prepare food... with loving hands.
(click on Fynn to go to our kitchen blog recipe for Hot Cross Buns)
We grind together good sea salt, celtic salt & kelp to season our food.
Hang out the washing.
Nourish & care for others.
Play & make friends.
photo Kimberly Chorney
Make, create, knit,
sew, paint, fashion..bring forth.
My grandmother Edna, was a highly accomplished needleworker & made the most beautiful things.
Our hands enable us to explore the world around us.
I could achieve nothing in the garden without my hands.
Tending. I like that word.
The very first occupation: tending a garden.
There are are no barriers to reaching out to those around us with our hands. No matter how little or how old.
You can hold brothers..
or great grand-daughters
Our hands can touch & comfort...even through barriers.
& wipe away tears.
They can confirm a love for a lifetime.
Hands bring worth to our lives & help us hold it close.
Sometimes they take a beating & have to clean up yukky stuff.
When we put our hands in our pockets we disengage.
When we clench our fists often our hearts clench tight too.
It is so much harder to receive good things that way.
Clenching makes my hand look ugly.....
All that's required of us is to open our hands & our hearts & receive..willingly.
I'm so glad you came by.
I wonder what reflections you have about hands in your family?
For more of a "Pause in Lent" do pop in to Floss at Troc, Broc & Recup'
Every blessing to you all.