my hands

It’s nearly nine years ago that I originally wrote this post… and for some reason, it has been popping into my head lately.

So, I decided it was time to revisit it.  If you’re interested, I’ve left my original response below the updated version.

I love my hands because they are still creative hands… although not as creative as they used to be.  Holding my tools to create jewellery leads to several days of discomfort, so I don’t make as much as I used to.  I still enjoy drawing, painting and colouring, but now more often than not, I’ve got dirt under my fingernails from time spent with my plants.

I love my hands because they have held the hands of my children.  My children that have grown into young adults, and although I don’t get to hold their hands as often anymore, it is so special when I do.

I love my hands because lines and wrinkles are starting to appear.  Lines and wrinkles that tell a story… my story.

I love my hands because they hold my camera.  I still find delight in the details and have finally started taking photos for me.  Not caring what others may think, and finding joy in each image I make.

I love my hands because my nails are strong.  It’s when my nails begin to break now, that I know something is amiss.  That it’s time to slow down and take stock of what has been happening.

The original post from 2009:

I love my hands because they are creative hands.  Hands that can provide women with beautiful jewellery that delights their eyes.  Hands that doodle and draw, that paint and cut and colour.

I love my hands because they hold the hands of my children.  Walking along or simple sitting, we link fingers and are one again.

I love my hands because they hold up the book I am reading and turn its pages.  My books are my escape, my sanctuary from the everyday.

I love my hands because they hold my camera.  Seeing the world in detail is a delight – and to capture that image forever is a thing that brings me joy.

I love my hands because my nails are growing strong.  Which tells me that I am in good health – and after being in only so-so health for so long – makes me very, very happy.

Why do you love your hands?

Tasha