Our Community

I've been thinking a lot about my hands lately.

They gather and report information about the world, communicate, build up, tear down, manifest Art, and so very much more.  Thank you, my hands

For first handshakes

for handshakes that reach across the years

for hugs

for caresses

for dancing across piano keys

for dancing across computer keyboards

for "lending a hand"

for teaching me the difference between balsa wood and maple wood

for the hardness of iron and granite

for velvet and burlap

for deep forest mosses

for mushrooms and flower petals

for the ultralight pin pricks of a chickadee's claws on my palm

For tool use...

for scytes and hammers

for blow torches and soldering irons

for jeweler's' loupes and binoculars

for chainsaws and gardener's shears

for fly rods and fly tying

for making pinhole cameras

for wielding highest tech cameras and lenses

For Connection

for holding on when she reaches out to you

for the silken feel of skin beneath fingertips

for foot rubs

for brushing a ringlet of hair back behind her ear

for sliding down her neck, to linger on her shoulder...

My hands, of course, would like me to go on and on...  But alas, I have a lot to do today, so I'll just close by saying "Thanks again, my hands for all you do, and all you teach".  As my hands, I know you'll understand this brevity.   You know full well, that today, I too have "promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep".  (paraphrased from Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening")