Life is clay on a potter’s wheel Each spin a unique tweak Hands are used to shape the clay When the soul is molded anew Each spin a unique tweak On relationships, roles, personas When the soul is molded anew Does the core identity remain? On relationships, roles, personas That are likewise molded anew Does … More Fugue (pantoum +)
When tension between self and other breeds discordpause, bring hands together and breathethe electric current between right palm and leftconnects opposite sides in a nexus for peace When you need to unlearn biased jaded ideasto grow in a space where new learning can flourishpause, bring hands together and breatheto create a passage for energy flow … More Gassho Hands
I had seen plaster hands of little kids before, but not one like this. “How did Micah make this?” I asked my friend. She told me the story as we set the table for a lasagna dinner her husband had made for us. “He made that in kindergarten. It fell off the table and the … More Handled with Care
Splash cool water on fingers and wrists turn off the tap, lather up bubbles, bubbles enjoy the bubbles foamy between your knuckles Sing two rounds of Row Your Boat merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily rinse with splash of gratitude for access to clean water See the companion piece on hands and the pandemic at Facing the … More Hand-washing Meditation
Coronavirus pandemic times require that we notice our hands with intent keeping hands away from the face The challenge now is what to do if you have an itch on your nose? or a drop of tear in your eye? Times now challenge us to just let the itch sit for a while notice the … More Facing the Itch
My phone buzzed at 9:30 Elizabeth asked if the writers’ group would be meeting tomorrow since it was a holiday We then chatted about honey and allergies, about the Royal Oak Farmers Market I told her about my recent vacation where I dipped into hot springs of mineral water healing She told me her gardening … More Elizabeth Called
In celebration of International Women’s Day My mother’s hands held me My mother’s hands washed my hair My mother’s hands sewed my cotton shifts and later my wedding dress In a big yellow bowl her hands kneaded together bread and onions sage and broth to make huge batches of cornbread dressing for our Sunday feast … More Mother’s Hands
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