THE JOY OF HANDS AND FEET!

 

I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR MY HANDS . . . creative, eloquent - full of expression - extensions of my soul.

MY HANDS ARE ROUGH AND WRINKLED. They are capable of exquisite tenderness. They are patient builders: carving, painting, sawing, sanding, hammering, polishing.  

They're steady.  They're strong.  

They're ME.

 

 I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR MOBILITY . . . for my dear feet.  I remember walking in Paris, in London, in the woods, by the river, in Santa Monica, in Vancouver, on sand, on grass - walking, so full of happiness - swinging my arms, conducting my inner music . . .

walking:

The pure joy of it! 

 

Comments

[Susan Davis Martin]

Dear Dorothy, I'll never forget your groovy hand painted walking shoes! Do you still have them? Please post a photo of them if you do! Always, SDM