Comments on: Hands http://segullah.org/segullah-article-discussions/hands/ Mormon women blogging about the peculiar and the treasured Thu, 09 Feb 2012 16:08:16 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: brooke http://segullah.org/segullah-article-discussions/hands/#comment-8854 brooke Wed, 09 May 2007 03:19:56 +0000 http://segullah.org/blog/segullah-article-discussions/hands/#comment-8854 my hands are exactly my mother's. that's what always strikes me. well that, and the fact that i need to use more lotion! (my knuckles look forever dry!) when i had my first daughter, and when she was still a baby, a friend told me she had my exact hands. so i thought that was interesting, and i loved the idea of my daughter having something of me that was so my mom. i hope my hands give the service my mom did-- i hope they bless and heal through the things that they make, the things they're capable of creating. i hope my daughter's do too... my hands are exactly my mother’s. that’s what always strikes me.

well that, and the fact that i need to use more lotion! (my knuckles look forever dry!)

when i had my first daughter, and when she was still a baby, a friend told me she had my exact hands. so i thought that was interesting, and i loved the idea of my daughter having something of me that was so my mom.

i hope my hands give the service my mom did– i hope they bless and heal through the things that they make, the things they’re capable of creating. i hope my daughter’s do too…

]]> By: Shari http://segullah.org/segullah-article-discussions/hands/#comment-8793 Shari Mon, 07 May 2007 20:25:56 +0000 http://segullah.org/blog/segullah-article-discussions/hands/#comment-8793 I too look down at my hands and see my mother's sometimes...especially the fleshy part between my wrist and thumb, and the back of my hand...it is wide like hers. I really liked the part of the essay where she was wishing she could sit and watch the boy draw so that she could learn from him. But then realized that it came from within...just like music for her. It is so true that you can indeed learn from someone, but you can't capture their passion or talent...nor can it be given or taught to you. I believe we all have talents and passion for things and probably sometimes wonder "why this?" or "why that?" but it simply just is. It is who we are, and part of the fun and adventure of life is discovering who we are. I too look down at my hands and see my mother’s sometimes…especially the fleshy part between my wrist and thumb, and the back of my hand…it is wide like hers. I really liked the part of the essay where she was wishing she could sit and watch the boy draw so that she could learn from him. But then realized that it came from within…just like music for her. It is so true that you can indeed learn from someone, but you can’t capture their passion or talent…nor can it be given or taught to you. I believe we all have talents and passion for things and probably sometimes wonder “why this?” or “why that?” but it simply just is. It is who we are, and part of the fun and adventure of life is discovering who we are.

]]> By: Emily M. http://segullah.org/segullah-article-discussions/hands/#comment-8788 Emily M. Mon, 07 May 2007 18:07:50 +0000 http://segullah.org/blog/segullah-article-discussions/hands/#comment-8788 I loved Melissa's essay. It reminds me of a song my mother-in-law wrote called "Let these hands," which placed in the Church music contest a few years ago. It's a prayer song: let these hands, a gift from Thee, do good works. Her own hands were calloused, fingertips scarred from a lifetime of testing her blood sugar eight times a day. But her fingers still remembered the songs she had practiced. I loved Melissa’s essay. It reminds me of a song my mother-in-law wrote called “Let these hands,” which placed in the Church music contest a few years ago. It’s a prayer song: let these hands, a gift from Thee, do good works. Her own hands were calloused, fingertips scarred from a lifetime of testing her blood sugar eight times a day. But her fingers still remembered the songs she had practiced.

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