It's true: your hands DO give away your age. I've never had the most beautiful hands, due to my various creative interests, but they're not all that bad, considering. One of my sisters, a sculptor among other things, has pretty rough-looking hands as well (Truthfully, they're not that bad.) In conversation she mentioned to her art instructor and friend that she thought her hands looked ugly. He reassured her, saying,
"...you're an artist. You have the hands of an artist."
Amen!
"...you're an artist. You have the hands of an artist."
Amen!
Two of my other sisters, who periodically create art, have beautiful, delicate hands. I'm always wishing that my hands looked so lovely. But then I think: I'm doing what I love, and, apparently, it is more important or more feasible for me at this time in my life than it is for them.
For many years I worked full-time and had no energy left to devote to my art. I consider myself very blessed that I am able to live the life I longed to live for so many years.
For many years I worked full-time and had no energy left to devote to my art. I consider myself very blessed that I am able to live the life I longed to live for so many years.
From this day forward, when I see beautiful, manicured nails and hands, I'll be happy that my hands are being used for all the things I love in life, among them creating, gardening and being with my little grandchildren. That's what I call "happiness" and "fulfillment". And it's those very things by which I'm endowed with "the hands of an artist"!
Pleasant dreams to you, and may you have "the hands of an artist", too!
Therese
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Read your blog just after we got back from Monroe, just after I started the laundry. I know you have soft hands because that one day at your house I needed to guide you down the hall to the computer room, to show you want I did on the computer...
You're so funny! Thanks, Jerr; you finally got through!!!
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