Joy Is My Goal: Phot hunt 'hands' (a favorite)originally posted in 2007

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Phot hunt 'hands' (a favorite)originally posted in 2007

Have you ever thought about how wonderful hands are? There was a time in my life when asked 'what part of you do you not like?' and I replied: "I hate my hands" but since then I have come to realize all the wonderful things hands can do... I now love them and especially love all the others who give me a hand in life...

Hands show trust...

They play..

They Work...

Hands feed...

Hands grow...

Hands communicate...

Hands help...

Hands celebrate...

Hands Create...

or help create

Hands comfort..

Hands are for Holding

Hands pledge...

Taken all together hands LOVE

12 comments:

jams o donnell said...: What a superb selection of hands! Have a great weekend; 9:11 AM
SASSY MOM said...: That's a lovely collection of hand photos. Happy weekend!; 9:18 AM
Rebecca Mecomber said...: What a terrific, well-rounded post about Hands! You went all-out! Great job.
My Photo Hunt is up! I hope you get a chance to visit me, too.

http://ilovenewyorktravel.net/photo-hunters-hands/

Happy weekend!; 9:35 AM
threesidesofcrazy said...: Great collection of hand pictures - amazing how they all make you think family!; 10:30 AM
Jenn said...: Great selection of hands. And yes, we sometimes take our hands for granted. Thanks for sharing. Happy weekend!; 10:34 AM
Marylin said...: What a wonderful set of photos!:); 11:52 AM
Gypsy at heart said...: Lovely photo essay!

http://www.wanderingwonderinggypsy.blogspot.com/; 12:19 PM
Catherine said...: What a wonderful serie Marcia.
One of my favorite is the baby's one with a cherry tomato in it. It's so true, so simple; A real slice of life by itself. How much time does this baby have resisted before eating it ?
Mine have done so many things and have been so useful, that they're wrinkled, gone bad. And I need them so much. To caress my younger son when he gives me his hand in the street, for instance, to put them on shoulder of my big children as a comfort sign..... You know the rest of these care signs as a mother.
Thanks to share these touching pictures, Marcia.
Have a nice Sunday.; 2:08 PM
Janet said...: great bunch of shots! Love the green nail polish :-); 4:11 PM
girasoli said...: So many wonderful hands. I really love this post :); 10:58 PM
Sue said...: I've got to "HAND" it to you!! another great post.

Hands are everything..I luv your pictures. I need to stop complaining if mine look a little hammered at times.; 9:53 AM
Marites said...: tht's a lot of beautiful hands:) Hands tell so much more about people.; 3:28 AM

"A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." --Paul Dudley White

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"Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." - George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian

Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”.
“Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”.
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.

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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Phot hunt 'hands' (a favorite)originally posted in 2007

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