The nurses settled her into a soft lounge chair and covered her with the burgundy and pink afghan my great-aunt crocheted for her decades ago, probably in the 1950s.
Beautiful essay Cindy. Our hands touch all of life through time don’t they?
And this description…captures the graceful essence:
“The hands of time hold our pasts and futures, keeping the time of our lives—the prologue, the previous chapters, the current page, and the future hopes and dreams. All held and carried in our hands of time.”
Lovely.
Beautiful, Cindy. Sending love and holding your hand.❤️
Beautiful essay Cindy. Our hands touch all of life through time don’t they?
And this description…captures the graceful essence:
“The hands of time hold our pasts and futures, keeping the time of our lives—the prologue, the previous chapters, the current page, and the future hopes and dreams. All held and carried in our hands of time.”
🙏🙏
Thank you, James! Yes, it's remarkable when you ponder all the life and wisdom held in our hands. Not to be taken for granted, for sure. 💖
Beautiful. Afghan. Hands. Love. Writing. ❤️ Sending so much love and grace light to you, your mother, father and sister. 🙏🏻 ❤️🩹