hands tell the story…


We have hands; we can stand on them if we want to.
~ Elizabeth Gilbert


I worked on the June inner pages in my artful journal most of the day yesterday. It was an emotional rollercoaster for me. On one side I have a collage under the title ‘I am a woman of many layers…’ I picked out images that I thought best express some of those parts of me that I’ve uncovered and am learning to embrace since starting my artful journal. I started out with a half dozen images, but it wasn’t working, so I cleared my table, cleared my mind, and set my intention to find images that fit, and that spoke clearly to these layers of myself…images that would express and honor all my layers.

As I was sorting through the images, I started pulling ones that I felt an emotional spark with. Some of the pictures are dark, and some are light, but they all feel perfect. The collage came together fairly quickly, but I still wanted an image to lay across the top. One that, for me, would speak to who I am with all my layers. This was not as easy as I thought it would be. I must have gone through my images a half dozen times, before I remembered something that Sandra and I did at our last retreat. We took a picture of our own hands.  So, I found the picture on my iPhone and printed it.

And then I just stared at the image.

So much life has passed through these hands…holding on to things, pushing things away from me, pulling things toward me, comforting people, expressing my love, my anger, my grief…so many things. My hands tell my story. Each spot and every vein reminds me of where I’ve been and who I am. My layers began with my hands.



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One comment on “hands tell the story…
  1. Norola Morgan says:

    This collage is quite powerful, and wonderfully balanced.

    Hands, indeed, do tell the story. I like that your hands in the image are slightly cupped, and could be either open to receive or to release.

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