I love hands. Plain and simple. On the pastel page, there is a drawing. As a child I drew them when I was bored, and as an adult I marvel at their complexity, handiwork, and communicative powers.

Our energy flows from our bodies into our hands and out to the world.

We type, we draw, we paint, we sculpt, we build houses, we garden, we caress, we calm, we cook, we clean. So many vast of and wonderful uses of our hands, it's awe inspiring. So often I find myself asking that my hands convey messages that others need to hear, see or feel.

I now watch arthritic nodules forming in the joints of my fingers and I cherish my hands even more, dreading the day when they may no longer be nimble.