Always Through My Hands


I was gone for less than two hours when I came home to Hansel, at his wits end, with Phoenix in one of his fiery crying fits.  I simply walked over to my little boy and placed my right hand on his chest, closed my eyes, and began to breathe into my heart center.  Almost immediately he softened under my touch and his crying began to cease.

My sweet husband Hansel suffers from a chronic illness that many times strikes his body with pain for days.  The worse is in the evening when he struggles to fall asleep.  Many nights I've rubbed my hands together creating heat as I prayed for God's love to work through me.  To use my hands as a ray of light--a beam of healing.  With my feet firmly grounded to the Earth I listen with my fingertips and soothe his body into slumber.

When I find myself in the presence of someone in sorrow or pain, without a word or any fuss, I simply turn the palm of my hand to face them and imagine my strength transferring to them through this gesture.  I do it secretly, so nobody knows.  And many times I do it to strangers I see in public--the angry person in the check-out line, the homeless soul that lives behind the shopping plaza, the driver who cut me off.  

Then there is my paintbrush. Over the years it has become an extension of my hand.  How it willingly allows me to express myself.  But the real magic of this relationship happens through my hands.   I never grasp or hold the brush tightly.  Instead I allow the wooden handle to move lightly under my fingertips.  Sliding.  Gliding.  Twisting and swaying.

Pixie Campbell recently brought up the topic of femininity in her Summer SouLodge and asked us how we express it ourselves.  Of course the obvious ways of how I dress and the way I wear my hair came to mind--but both have never been really girly in anyway.  I thought of my love for moving my body through yoga and dance which I feel are beautiful expressions of my femininity, for certain.  But how does my sacred femininity flow through my day to day experience of life?  What keeps me connected to an even greater femininity found in the forces of nature and spirit?

My hands.

My hands are my greatest expression of my femininity.  They are a direct route to my intuition, my healing nature, my creativity, my inner warmth.

How I wash an apple, fold a pile of laundry, pet my beloved dog Nyla,  or plant a bunch of basil--my touch is always an expression of my own feminine nature.  I notice that it's naturally different than my male partner.  It's something our women ancestors knew innately and expressed so beautifully through crafts and the way they cared for their families, their space, the Earth.  

But for me, it is a realization that has deepened my respect and appreciation for the feminine energy that flows through me and releases into the ones I love, the world I live in, and the creativity I express--always through my hands.


Jane said...

So very beautiful ~ thank you for writing <3

Art Zest said...

Great insight. I love your perspective. I will have to pay more attention to my hands this week.

Gloria said...

I agree about the hands and their powers. One can feel the energy flow from the hands. Very nice post. You look beautiful and very happy holding your child.

Kristen said...

So insightful. I don't think I ever stopped to think about all my hands do and give them credit they deserve. they sure have helped me be me in many ways. I love that you help strangers and your loved ones with your healing energy.

Mary Landa said...

Oh Connie, I love you, your hands, your heart and soul. You are such a kind, loving woman and a wonderful inspiration.

Love, Mary Landa XOXOXO

Anonymous said...

Tears flowing down my cheeks. Your words have touched my soul.
As always, you are definitely Love.
LOL and Hugs,

jane louise said...

your hands have touched my heart Ms Connilicious... a beautiful post <3

~hali said...

i love this post because of how it speaks of the healer in you, the healer in all of us. you've hit the nail on the head for me, as well, about the feminine expression being in our touch - as far back as our ancestors, and so different from the masculine approach most of the time.... we tend to think of how we use our hands to do things, as if the will is strictly our own... but i've thought so many times about how my hands truly seem to be guiding me in creation and response. ♥♥♥

K.Michele said...

Beautiful and oh so true.

Introverted Art said...

You are an inspiration Connie. You remind me of a language I have forgotten to speak, the one of the universe, of life force...

Tam Spires™ said...

Beautifully written, Connie! ❤

janae said...

I found this beautiful post via roots of she. I was drawn in by the phrase, "My hands are my greatest expression of my femininity. They are a direct route to my intuition, my healing nature, my creativity, my inner warmth."
Oh Connie, I need these words, I need to speak them over me, again and again.
Thank you and blessings. <3

Natasha said...

Literally I am sitting here crying. I have always used my hands and heart that way. Soothing restless children to sleep, soothing my sobbing baby, sending love to those that need it.

And suddenly on a day where it feels I may be running on empty, I think I am the one who needs my hands and love.

Thank you for reminding me.