These Hands

These hands have held, been held, worked, wiped tears, patted backs, rubbed headaches away... these hands have been folded in prayer, they’ve reached out to another, twiddled, anxiously moved, covered a mouth filled with laughter, rubbed a back to console. These hands have written down feelings, held the hand of a dying loved one, held …

The Beautiful Remembering Kind

"Leave behind footprints in concrete not footprints in sand that wash away..." ~Heather Dawkins A thought that came to me the other day. I was on the treadmill. Provoking thoughts usually come to me at the strangest times. While mopping or vacuuming or exercising usually. That might provide some insight into why there have been …

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