I’m fascinated by hands. I’m always tracing mine, Xeroxing them, writing words on them; and I collect images of them as well. I may have to admit to having a little bit of an obsession going on here.
I was thinking about three people in my life today, all important, all friends, all very different. And yet the image of a hand kept coming to mind, so I traced mine in a journal.
For Beautiful Irene, whom we are always teasing about her desire to know the destination, I saw a map in the hand and a loving reminder about the journey. So I included some dictionary bits both because she likes things defined.
For Beautiful Denise who reads hands, I saw new symbols showing up. So I added some foreign-to-me characters on the fingertips. These are from little metals bits that I image were from some kind of printing typeset.
For Beautiful Amy, the hand represents the much-needed reminder she gave me today about not covering up our uniqueness.
Strung all together, their messages to me become a map for this life’s journey:
What does your map say?