Reveal Yourself - So Much Me
I always wanted soft hands, the kind that didn’t catch on clothing and crack open when the seasons change. Then there were those years when my palms ached most painfully. It was consistent with not speaking my heart to a loved one. Sometimes it would be so intense that I couldn’t speak at all.
All throughout my childhood I wondered how I was ever born to my set of parents. My dad is kind but absent and my mom always wanted to know if I would like to put on some lipstick before I left the house.
When I was in massage school, my hands came alive for the first time.
One of my mom’s nicknames for me is “volcano hands”. When I look down at the back of my hands, I see her hands, her skin, her stories. My stories are tougher and the wrinkled parts have sucked up some of their own secrets.
Today I climbed a rope as many times as I could, about 5 times. (It was actually 5 full times and three partway climbs). The weak link was the strength in my hands (forearms). When time was up, I could barely open and close my fingers for a good 5 minutes. They just hung there, floating, refusing to do a thing.
These are my hands earlier today. I thought about photo adjusting them to look smoother, but I chose instead to highlight their life.
Because they are so much me.