How things feel is important to us. Our finger print is the only one like it in the world. The young person working on a drawing suddenly crumples her paper and throws it to the floor exclaiming, "I can't draw hands!" I was noticing the hands of an elderly woman the other day and noticing her enlarged knuckles and how transparent her skin had become. Everyone loves the tiny hands of a new born and the way they want to cling to just one of our giant fingers with a determined grasp. We touch and we come to know. We feel, we clasp, grip and then we let go.
For us who want to touch the world and know it, our hands will lead the way. We reach out in hope that we can know intimately. We hold on to what we love and we let go just in time. Delicate or rough, just a moment or what feels like an eternity - our hands have a heart of their own and they will teach us how to live. Perhaps along with the man who taps his cane down the street, our hands will even teach us to see.