As an instrumentalist, my greatest fear-and one I choose to not dwell on-is the loss of my hands. With that would go my career. But I never really thought how hands have structured society, not only by crafting and creating but connecting individuals. And how important touch is to babies. Thanks for sharing, your way of writing is just stunning.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Carly! Your perspective as an instrumentalist really touches me. It's amazing to think about how our hands shape not just our work but also our connections with others and the world around us. And you're right, the importance of touch, especially for babies, is truly profound, our skin has memory and it's our medium, our border inner world with outer world. I'm so glad my writing resonated with you, and I appreciate you sharing your thoughts.
Your work is absolutely breathtaking; I'm so glad I stumbled upon it!
What a beautiful way of describing the importance of our hands. Our mum's hands cooking, crocheting and gently touching our forehead before going to sleep are masssive imprinted in my found memories. Great article 👏 ❤️
Especially this paragraph “ I look at my hands and see the hands of a 13-year-old girl; it's not a mystery I need to solve. They haven't changed since my mother died; it's as if they never wanted to grow up. ”
Thank you, Paloma. I was just thinking of you yesterday while writing about my mother. I knew you'd be interested in the new section on archetypes because we both value symbolism and spirituality. Thank you again; I'm sending warm Sunday hugs!❤️
Celeste (your name is so beautiful), thank you for your kind comment. Your support and encouragement mean a lot to me. Sending you love and gratitude in return!
Hands definitely tell a story! I am a hand watcher lol! I think you can tell an old soul by their hands not their human age! Lovely poetry Katerina! 🤲❤️
After posting the note on "Hands," I felt compelled to write more, including a poem. After reading your posts for some time now, I felt inspired to attempt to write a short poem. The writing process left me feeling vulnerable, as I believe poetry is a unique form of writing that exposes so much of oneself. Actually, it is both vulnerable and healing to write without worrying too much about whether it makes sense or sounds like "amateur" a feeling I often experience. The only constant in my life is that I'm always learning. Your support here on Substack means a lot to me, Jamie, so I thank you for your writing and for seeing souls beyond words and ages.🤲❤️🤲❤️
To enter into a poem is a sacred act. I never look at a poem to decipher it. A poem is what a poem brings. Knowing the vulnerability of the writer I know that the synchronicities are waiting for me in the spaces around the words. I’ll always find something that speaks into me. Your words spoke loud. The lines on our hands are rivers of soul. Bless you! Thank you so much for this poem and the sacredness of sharing. ❤️
Jamie, this is so beautiful, I can see it now as well!Blessings to you, and thank you for honoring the sacredness of sharing and connecting through poetry.❤️
As an instrumentalist, my greatest fear-and one I choose to not dwell on-is the loss of my hands. With that would go my career. But I never really thought how hands have structured society, not only by crafting and creating but connecting individuals. And how important touch is to babies. Thanks for sharing, your way of writing is just stunning.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Carly! Your perspective as an instrumentalist really touches me. It's amazing to think about how our hands shape not just our work but also our connections with others and the world around us. And you're right, the importance of touch, especially for babies, is truly profound, our skin has memory and it's our medium, our border inner world with outer world. I'm so glad my writing resonated with you, and I appreciate you sharing your thoughts.
Your work is absolutely breathtaking; I'm so glad I stumbled upon it!
What a beautiful way of describing the importance of our hands. Our mum's hands cooking, crocheting and gently touching our forehead before going to sleep are masssive imprinted in my found memories. Great article 👏 ❤️
You wrote it so beautifully; yes, sister, they are imprinted! A lasting legacy of shared memories we both hold. Thank youuu ❤️
I truly enjoyed reading it 🌸
Especially this paragraph “ I look at my hands and see the hands of a 13-year-old girl; it's not a mystery I need to solve. They haven't changed since my mother died; it's as if they never wanted to grow up. ”
Thank you beautiful Katerina!!!
Thank you, Paloma. I was just thinking of you yesterday while writing about my mother. I knew you'd be interested in the new section on archetypes because we both value symbolism and spirituality. Thank you again; I'm sending warm Sunday hugs!❤️
Incredible! Absolutely Amazing from beginning to end. I greatly appreciate you sharing this. It confirmed much for me. Sending you Love. Always.
Celeste (your name is so beautiful), thank you for your kind comment. Your support and encouragement mean a lot to me. Sending you love and gratitude in return!
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Hands definitely tell a story! I am a hand watcher lol! I think you can tell an old soul by their hands not their human age! Lovely poetry Katerina! 🤲❤️
After posting the note on "Hands," I felt compelled to write more, including a poem. After reading your posts for some time now, I felt inspired to attempt to write a short poem. The writing process left me feeling vulnerable, as I believe poetry is a unique form of writing that exposes so much of oneself. Actually, it is both vulnerable and healing to write without worrying too much about whether it makes sense or sounds like "amateur" a feeling I often experience. The only constant in my life is that I'm always learning. Your support here on Substack means a lot to me, Jamie, so I thank you for your writing and for seeing souls beyond words and ages.🤲❤️🤲❤️
To enter into a poem is a sacred act. I never look at a poem to decipher it. A poem is what a poem brings. Knowing the vulnerability of the writer I know that the synchronicities are waiting for me in the spaces around the words. I’ll always find something that speaks into me. Your words spoke loud. The lines on our hands are rivers of soul. Bless you! Thank you so much for this poem and the sacredness of sharing. ❤️
Jamie, this is so beautiful, I can see it now as well!Blessings to you, and thank you for honoring the sacredness of sharing and connecting through poetry.❤️
Thank you! Blessing some more poems find you on the wings of words 🙏❤️