I have scratchy hands again. the kind of sandpaper hands I had last time too.
I remember when. four years ago. I sat with may. Feeling sorry for myself. because my hands were cracked and the cracks filled with coffee grinds. And I thought, “oh my poor hands. my poor beat up sorry hands.” and may took my hands in hers. and said something like, “these hands are the hands of a person who works. they are beauty. have you ever seen the hands of an artist or a gardener, Rebekah? These are worker’s hands.”
I’ve got those hands. These strong. bronzed. cracked. scratched. dirt in the fingernails. dirt in the lines. hands. I love these hands of mine. and I love that may who reminded me of the beauty that is in and all around me. that is inherent in all I am and do.
Right now. I appreciate the beauty that is everything (and spinach). I appreciate the beauty that is everything. I appreciate the beauty that is.. I appreciate the beauty. I appreciate
You’re the greatest! I love those little hands, too.
Oh Bekah….it is so so interesting to me that you are observing the state of your hands because I too have been observing the state of my hands. They are dry (so dry…where is my nivea???) from all of my work with the soil and my cuticles are torn and permanently stained again from all of the soil. I’ve cut my fingernails very short in an effort to keep them appearing clean but it is useless. This is the way my hands will look probably through September with every line in them showing on each finger as the dirt has been pressed so tightly into the skin. A few weeks ago …I wished for cleaner hands but now they are a part of me and when I was stuffing popcorn into my mouth at the greenhouse today I didn’t even think “Oh I need to wash my hands.” They are what they are and thank goodness they work! They are useful, busy hands and I’m happy!!