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.
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 . . .
The pure joy of it!