Happy Thirty First Birthday to Me…and My Hands I recently listened to a book (An Altar in the World) where the author (Barbara Brown Taylor) encourages her readers to spend 15 minutes examining their hands. I did this around my 31 st birthday, and these are the thoughts that came to me. My hands are the hands of every woman before me A ll of whom turned 31 before me Christians believe in a “cloud of witnesses” I believe in a “cloud of hands” We have the very same hands My hands work in unison with ones that have come before and ones still coming I don’t believe in reading palms the way fortune tellers do But I believe that hands communicate Stories are not written only on palms, but also in nailbeds and knuckles and scars I ’ve always thought that if one wants to know what kind of person one is, observe their hands Realities are revealed in hands Hands don’t tell the whole story, though As my 31 years of experience have taught It is impossible to know the whole t...
True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. - The Tao Te Ching