Thursday, November 10, 2011
Hands
I am a bit of a collector of just about anything unusual. I collect turkeys for display during the Fall season; I collect glass bottles and other fun trinkets; but my favorite collection are hands which are usually made out of wood, plaster or plastic. I have always been fascinated with beautiful hands; NO I do not have a hand fetish, but I do appreciate beautiful hands on women and strong muscular hands on men. My mother had beautiful Victorian hands, and so does my older sister. I on the other hand (no pun intended) inherited my father's work hands, there is nothing feminine about them, they are strong but not gentil.
Tonight my son will be dismantling the box spring from my bed. I will be getting a new bed set tomorrow morning and since my house has narrow stairs, a queen box spring cannot fit on the stairwell, so we had to special order queen box springs. Nathaniel who has very strong hands and is good for dismantling, throwing, hammering and breaking things apart will be helping with breaking old box spring. You could say he has destructive hands, but they do come in handy (no pun intended)
Anyways, if you every get a chance to really look at your hands. Think about all that they have accomplished; who they nourished, loved, touched, caressed, what they created, defended and how we can lift our hands up to the Creator of all in total surrender. What an awesome thought.
Well now that I have shared my fascination with hands I will let Nathaniel get to the getting and break down the box spring. I will probably have a breakdown, hands down.
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