Hands
Earned their keep
These hands of mine
You follow people’s lives in their blogs and you rejoice over the good times, but you hate seeing people go through the bad times. I suggest you read this post by Amy at the DVM’s Wife and KB’s post in Romping and Rolling in the Rockies and see if it doesn’t make you think about…
If you did an internet search for “sexual pleasure” and landed on this page, I’m sorry to have to disappoint you. This is not that kind of post. I’m one of those people who has tried to write down three things I’m grateful for at the end of the day. I see the wisdom in…
Thursday and Friday, I did my first bike-train commutes of 2015. It was rough start, because, for one thing, I lost my Metro Go Card.
Another Fresh Start The floors are rid of dog hair and dirt Walking barefoot is disgust-free An oily, aromatic glow rises up From my dining room table Dishes washed and put away Crumb-less counters Paperwork completed and stacked Filing could happen Miracles are in the air I turn as if ritualizing the room Facing the…
An Ode to May messily meandering maimed and misunderstood oh you monstrosity of a month Ah, yes, written during the down-of-things. The upside of May is found in Jamaica Kincaid’s book, My Garden (Book): “The month of May comes on suddenly and moves along swiftly, and each day pleasure after pleasure is flung before…
“You used to be much more…’muchier.’ You’ve lost your muchness.” — Mad Hatter to Alice in Alice in Wonderland I watched Alice in Wonderland and it got me wondering where my muchness went. This leads to grabbing for straws. Maybe get another dog to fill the house with more of something. More life. Helping out a critter….
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Fantastic! These hands have earned their keep? I love that! And your photographs are stunning – as are your hands! I often think that way about my body in general – you know, that it’s earned its keep – but specifically hands? What a lovely meditation. I loved, loved, loved this and will look at my age spotted, somewhat scarred, crepe paper textured skin hands more lovingly and appreciatively after reading this.
Your hands, poem, and photos, are beautiful. (but I do know the feeling of looking at my own hands and thinking “who’s are these?”)
Lynn