PIECES OF US // HANDS
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HANDS // I have my mother’s hands (see below)...the way they fall sometimes, or how I hold them. They’re also strong and sturdy like hers, meant for manual labor and taking care of the home, and lifting big-boned babies (cats). They look so out of place when I try to make them all flowy and pretty and dainty while dancing Salsa or Bachata. These hands let you know I’m uneasy: I’ll twiddle my thumbs or pull at my arm. They can’t sit still. Lately they’ve been all about petting my boyfriend’s beard, holding one of my student’s hands, or stirring a big pot of pasta over the stove.
This post is a part of Ali Edwards’ self portrait adventure challenge PIECES OF US.
I am planning on participating as way to do a few things:
1. pop back on Instagram - I haven’t been able to “get into it” lately (my last post was on New Year’s Day)
2. explore my body through my olw little word: HOME - I’ve been thinking of my body as my ‘home’ & I want to explore that idea this week through the lens of this challenge
3. find out what really matters to me - …in terms of my creativity & what I want to share. I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately…that zest and direction for how I want to use my voice & craft has had little to no focus since I went back to teaching, and slowly but surely I’m getting more clear about it. I think this challenge is a good start.
4. ALSO FUN TO NOTE: Kristin + I recorded a podcast episode dedicated to the whole thing!
We talk about our plan for the week with this challenge, the magic of being part of a creative community of memory keepers, and everything in between.
