I Want to Hold Your Hand


Sometimes I get creatively stuck on repeat.  It isn’t always a bad thing.  I love each creative process.  Often I also enjoy photography of the process and the product which sometimes I like better than the product itself.  Sometimes there are just pictures that pester to be taken.  It doesn’t always work out.  Once in awhile my subjects don’t cooperate.  I have been pretty lucky when it comes to my hand pictures.  I have quite a collection scattered about.  I need to gather them up. 
If eyes are the window to our soul, then I wonder if our hands are the doorway that can communicate when words fail.  From the very beginning…it is such a cool thing when a wee one grasps your finger…sure and strong.  And then at the end?  Well, one picture I treasure is of a pretty amazing man and I was lucky to know.  There was strength in the photo as he held my hand and told me that he loved me not long before he peacefully moved on from this physical world. 
So many moments in between too…in joy, sadness, guiding, wandering, pausing, balancing, playing, greeting, parting, soothing…so so soothing. 
So many people…varying degrees of knowing.
Connecting…even if just for a moment.
I really like that.
Don’t you?

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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1 Response to I Want to Hold Your Hand

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