I have painted hands in this world...
and from that world,
On my recent birthday, I spent some time looking at my hands. Old lady hands now. Not like they were when I first began working as a visual artist. And then I looked more closely.
These hands have a wisdom born of hundreds of drum making hours of steady attention.
They can maintain a tension from the feel of the pull that goes beyond thinking.
The size and span of my fingers are my measuring tools.
And age has become the gift of patience.
I am seeing there is beauty in more than the Oracle cards made.
And in more than the making.
Say a prayer for the power in hands, and for their willingness to serve.
