Something about my hands…

My partner said, my hands have a size of kid’s hands yet they are looked like those of the elders.

I recalled how much I did not like my hands… My mum told me when I was a new born, my hands were so wrinkled and didn’t look as beautiful as “normal” baby hands smooth and soft, I always minded the appearance of my hands, “they are not beautiful I want to hide them”…

When I offered massage to others, I was worried if my hands were good to touch their bodies. Once a friend of mine who gifted with very smooth body skin said my hands were like sand paper scrubbing her body. Though that was the only one direct comment on my hands, I doubted myself to do massage or not, as I don’t have an ideal pair of big, soft hands like some masseuses. Yet I really enjoy the sense of touch that brings a soothing effect to others.

I always like to visit or stay with trees, especially some big, old ones, they are like my friends, my relatives, my teachers, healers.. I feel strongly the connection with them. One day I placed my hand on the bark of the tree, looking my hand for awhile, I realized the wrinkles on my hands are similar to the pattern of the tree bark, the circles on the joints are similar to the “eyes” on the bark. That was the point I started to like my hands, to accept the appearance. Actually, they are beautiful in terms of what they can do, offer and serve. They channel Love from Nature.

Sabine