Hands

I pondered what to wonder about today and sought inspiration in my photo library. This picture of my grandson’s hand  when he was a baby struck me, it was taken while he was sleeping and I imagine at the time I thought it a perfect little hand. Our hands are such instruments of exploration, they feed amazing information to us as they explore. They allow us to create, to care for ourselves in so many ways.
I love the idea that hands are the wings of the heart, when I write they become the means with which I express myself. Every morning I wake early, I meditate for twenty minutes and then I write a page of A4, it is about nothing in particular but is about anything and everything. It is a journal of randomness. My hand holds the pen that transforms my thoughts onto the page, when on the computer both hands are sharing the act of creation. My thoughts pass through my hands and give them the freedom to fly – the wings of my heart in the act of flight.
Finally the wings of my heart had the courage to write a book and now it is for Sky Full of Stars to grow wings and take its message out to those who choose to read it.
                                                                                       “We loosen our grip
                                                                                         We open our hand.
                                                                                         We are accepting.
                                                                                         In our empty hand
                                                                                         We feel the shape
                                                                                         Of simple eternity.
                                                                                          It nestles there.
                                                                                          We hold it gently.
                                                                                          We are accepting.”
                                                                                          Micheal Leuing