I love making things. It's almost as if I can put a bit of myself into something else and in the process learn more about me. I am addicted to making and experimentin. After partway finishing my flute I was putting on a bracelett when I took a good look at my hands. I realized how much they reveal about me.
I have dozens of scars, most from tools that slipped out of my hands or were mis-aimed, some from kitchen knife slip-ups, and a few from girls camp. - I like to work, I like to fix, i like to fidlle, I love to cook, and I am not always as careful as I should be. I learn though, I usually only get one good scar a year.
I have callouses resulting of the repetitive use of many objects; Hacksaws, pliers, pocketkife, wood-chisels, my violin and the mandolin. Yet again, the random tools that I own, (not my dad's), I have my own hacksaws, pliers, knives, and so on. ever since I was little I wouldn't want toys, I would ask for a hammer and nails so I could build myself a tree-house in one of the neighbors yards. I would ask for metal detector and a rockpick to find burried treasure. and I asked most recently for large-gauge, heavy-duty aluminum wire. I have always loved working with my hands. when my hands are working on something my mind is able to process anything it needs to and more. I have sometimes thought about bringing my chainmail to school to work on while in class so I can remember stuff better, I could argue it's just knitting...with metal. :)
- I love to fiddle-around on my violin, and occasionally I will mandol around on the mandolin. ;) It helps to to breath and better express what I am feeling even if I don't know what I am feeling in the first place. It is my excape and 'happy place'.
...then I started to think about how many hands I have shaken in my life... so many people who I never stopped to think about what they did with their hands...
---those many hands---
...how often did they wipe away a child's tears?
...how hard had they worked
...how long had they spent at the holding an instrument, offering joy to others?
...how many times have they lifted up, given a hug, and supported others?
How often have I not cared enough about someone I shook hands with to think about who they were, and what they had done.
Than this all reminded me of a song... click link to follow allong, or copy and insert in new window http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_vCqSebVEw"
His hands
His hands, tools of creation
Stronger than nations
Power without end
And yet through them
We find our truest friend
His hands, sermons of kindness
Healing men's blindness
Halting years of pain
Children waiting to be held again
(Chorus) His hands would serve His whole life through
Showing men what hands might do
Giving, ever giving endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And I'll not rest
Till I make of my hands what they could be
Till these hands become like those from Galilee
His hands lifting a leper, warming a beggar
Calling back the dead
Breaking bread, five thousand fed
His hands, hushing contention
Pointing to heaven
Ever free of sin
Then bidding man to follow Him
(Chorus)
His hands clasp in agony
As He lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
While just moments away
Other hands betray Him out of greed
Shameful greed
And then His hands are trembling
Straining to carry
T The beam that they'd be nailed to
As he stumbles through the streets
Heading for the hill on which He'd die
He would die
They take His hands
His mighty hands, those gentle hands
And then they pierce them, they pierce them
He lets them because of love
From birth to death was selflessness
And clearly now I see Him with His hands
Calling to me
And though I'm not yet as I would be
He has shown me how I could be
I will make my hands
Like those from Galilee"
And though I am not yet perfect, I know I can be better. I will make my hands like those from Galilee.
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