Think, think, think... oh forget it.
I got nothing.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Hands. Beautiful hands, each with 5 fingers. Her fingers grasp and grab, cling and grip. She rakes her hands across surfaces, and between her fingers she collects deposits of lint. Last night she reached for the pages of her new book, Hug, patted the pictures, then clasped her hands together, pleased, content. Creation, and caresses, tender touches and joyful expression, work and play, prayer, comfort and rest; we have many hopes for these hands