Day 61

The original purpose for hands, wasn't what you might expect.
We didn't have them so we could hold pens. They weren't for shuffling cards.
There was no macrame to be made, to say nothing of cross stitches or the cat's cradle.
No. Hands, as we would come to one day call them, had a very simple purpose in early days.
You don't remember, but it is among one of the first things you did with your hand when you received it.
You reached out.
And what happened next changed everything.
And you would continue to do so for a very long time.
It would inform the life you live as you would follow the example closely.
To want. To desire. To reach for, so we may find, everything and anything outside of ourselves.
That is why we hold pens. Why we deal cards. Why macrame is macrame and also why cat's cradles have neither a cat nor cradle in them. Or why your hand fits so perfectly in mine and mine in yours. We're reaching out.
It's good that we do. And that we will continue to do so.
And I hope we both one day find something worth holding onto.