Not long after moving into our home we decided to create extra parking to the side of our driveway. A kind-hearted, gentle man of great experience assisted hubby in preparing the space for the scheduled arrival of concrete. After the cement was poured and levelled, our favourite three, quite literally, left their mark on the space.
Hands are most interesting parts of our bodies. They can be tools of love as well as violence. They are unique in their lines and creases. They are gentle, yet strong. They can be used in the function of the strongest tools, and yet wipe a tear from a loved one with the greatest of tenderness. They are used every day, often without a pain or ache … until the fatigue and overuse of years takes place.
In the Bible, Isaiah says, of the holy city (both on Earth, and in the life to come):
“Jerusalem, I can never forget you!
I have written your name on the palms of my hands. ”
Isaiah 49:16
According to the University of Michigan:
“The hand is the most frequently symbolized part of the human body. It gives blessing, it is expressive. According to Aristotle, the hand is the “tool of tools.” … The right and left have different symbols related to each: right – the rational, conscious and logical, as well as aggressive and axious, left – opposite of the right, weakness, decay, death. However, the two can be juxtaposed to symbolize balance and the middle.”
Balance …
I could use some of that! How about you?
Though we may be either left or right handed, we function best when we use both. We function best when both strengths and weaknesses come together, to bring balance … for life is not meant to be lived always on the mountaintop, always in the sun, always in happiness.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow has said, “into each life some rain must fall”. This is what balance truly is … maybe not the balance we always desire, but balance nonetheless.
Our hands can be representative of that real balance. the blessings and the curses that are part of real life. They work (literally) hand-in-hand, bringing a complete life.
Those curses, those valleys, have purpose in our lives.
I have learned that when in the depths of despair, the question is not why did this happen? but what do I need to learn? And learn I do, and learn we all do.
May we learn to look for purpose in whatever falls into each of our lives, into each of our hands. For through both we receive balance.
There are some changes that come with ‘time passing on’ (this is hubby’s way of referring to aging) that I quite like.
number(s) to identify and define my hair color 😉
It is a frequent occurrence that I glance at my hands, and have no idea whose hands they are. They surely cannot be mine, because mine do not look so … so … aged. Then I realize they move when and where I will them, and so they truly are my own.
itsawonderfilledlife 