Hands

I'm very aware of hands just lately. My grandchildren's hands in particular. They are very attractive to me as they work on art projects. I like how some of my Grands love getting messy and others very carefully avoid full contact with paint or glue. It tells me somethings about their sensibilities and helps me know them as individuals.

    My daughter-in-law has been laid up with pain from a broken leg. She lets her little ones gently move her aching toes. They are gentle for a few minutes then forget what they are doing. I am mindful for a limited amount of time. Then my mind wanders, too.

I have brand spanking, new twin grand babies. My hands seem so large as I hold their perfectness close to me and breathe in their angel scent. 

                  Hands are symbols of our desires. I pray that they do work that is helpful and loving.

I write on Fridays with a large group who inspire me. Only five minutes and without much thought to perfection. I write, prompted by one word that sends my thoughts to the keyboard and hopefully makes sense.