I wonder if she will remember my hands. I think she will, if I will stop moving long enough to let her study.

Time will paint our hands with spots, swell our knuckles and smooth our hard earned calluses, but don’t underestimate their impact.

In this enormous palm in which we spin— stop the spiral long enough to memorize and be memorized.

First Published on The Mudroom Blog

“Dust is the chosen medium of the Great Artist.

It was from dust that He formed his greatest work of art– a self- portrait that He gave breath and called good.

May the dust that envelopes the magic of my children’s early childhood bring with it a greater understanding of whose image each of them bears.”