Beautiful! I have my mother’s hands. Hands that have held, hands that have protected me against abusers, hands that held me and comforted me when I felt like giving up, hands that toiled and labored and hands that stroke the painful parts of my body. I am grateful for my wrinkled, beautiful hands that reminds me of my mother’s.
My hands are part of an image that I can relate to as my identity, they are in no way who I truly am. An exquisite piece of words in rhythm and song, Pepper! 👌
Of course! You asked what my hands represent and I responded with what I have remembered. From an identity perspective, yes, each person’s hands have experienced a myriad of events… these are past-related. My focus is on all-world time that is now. 🙏
Beautiful! I have my mother’s hands. Hands that have held, hands that have protected me against abusers, hands that held me and comforted me when I felt like giving up, hands that toiled and labored and hands that stroke the painful parts of my body. I am grateful for my wrinkled, beautiful hands that reminds me of my mother’s.
I really would like to hear from you about your hands. Maybe next time I'll write about My Feet!
My hands are part of an image that I can relate to as my identity, they are in no way who I truly am. An exquisite piece of words in rhythm and song, Pepper! 👌
All of our hands have a very different meaning other than the way they look. Some may look very delicate but have endured a life-time of abuse!
Of course! You asked what my hands represent and I responded with what I have remembered. From an identity perspective, yes, each person’s hands have experienced a myriad of events… these are past-related. My focus is on all-world time that is now. 🙏
Leanda,
Thanks for reading my works and especially your reviews. You make my efforts worthwhile.
Pepper
What do your hands do now, Pepper?
Another wonderful post!!!! Thanks Pepper