Hands

I’m back with a one word offering for you. 

This time, it’s the word Hands.

Hands

A body part on the end of the arm, comprising of the fingers, thumb and palm.

The arrows or pointers on a clock face

A measurement of a horse’s height

To pass something to someone

What comes to mind?

The hands of time. Made by hand. I’ve got to hand it to you. Here, take my hand.

I take my hands for granted most of the time. Writing this, for example. I’m not giving my hands a second thought while they effortlessly tap away.

I look down at them and I wonder when it was that I got my mum’s hands. Quite literally the hands of time in plain sight.  They’re still impersonating mine, but hers are there – wider wrists, crepey skin, thicker fingers. And if I have hers, does she have my nan’s by now? I remember her hands being so soft and wrinkled, but still deft at dealing a hand, drawing on a cigarette, and deadheading roses on her late afternoon stroll around the garden, from what I remember. Should I tell my mum about these observations? I’m pretty sure she’d brush it off with her new hands and tell me to stop being silly.

Where might this week’s word take you?

What do your hands mean to you? How do you use them every day, at work, your hobbies, life?

Start with the words: My hands are… and see what flows, through your hands and onto the paper.

Image: Photo of an outstretched hand with a bokeh effect background. Dev Benjamin via Unsplash.