tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post5465500655545912060..comments2023-10-29T08:28:27.836-05:00Comments on Dandelion Seeds and Dreams: Monday Inspiration Celebration: Healing HandsLishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584878249959334936noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-28728756936486491742011-04-30T05:30:11.328-05:002011-04-30T05:30:11.328-05:00Sweet and beautiful. "The hands carry the ene...Sweet and beautiful. "The hands carry the energy of our hearts out into the world." - so very true. You are an incredible writer, please keep sharing!<br /><br />Mandy xoxomandy l. smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15465284512439738872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-76532833807169488702011-04-07T20:58:09.166-05:002011-04-07T20:58:09.166-05:00"Through touch I feel love. With touch I send..."Through touch I feel love. With touch I send love back." What beautiful words that touched a place in my heart.Ginnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05985043471668711120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-71737351063970942232011-04-06T10:27:15.124-05:002011-04-06T10:27:15.124-05:00"I became aware of the sensation of knowing m..."I became aware of the sensation of knowing myself by holding her hand. My fingers experiencing the feel of their own substructure. Bony and smooth. Delicate but solid. Like holding a bird; aware of the intricate latticework of tiny bones and sinews woven tightly together. Cool to the touch"<br /><br />What a talented writer you are Lis, The images throughout this piece are powerful and evocative. The image of holding a bird coupled with the idea of self knowledge stunned me. Keep writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-39916130445060979302011-04-05T21:12:09.030-05:002011-04-05T21:12:09.030-05:00Beautiful words telling the truth of you story. I ...Beautiful words telling the truth of you story. I loved sharing your journey through your days through your hands.<br /> <br />I did not have the experience you did between yourself and your mother growing up and in a way I am experiencing it now through your words, that my friend is a gift.<br />Namaste,<br />KarenKaren Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13550907626634246649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-71617930963463204422011-04-05T08:08:50.277-05:002011-04-05T08:08:50.277-05:00Oh my goodness Lis, your words hold such honest lo...Oh my goodness Lis, your words hold such honest love and such sheer beauty. I totally agree with Natasha, you do make magic every time you string words together. As always you inspire me, thank you for being you xxxMilenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16257728004884944098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-55711858784605039162011-04-04T23:00:52.840-05:002011-04-04T23:00:52.840-05:00Lis, tomorrow I share offifically in class...all t...Lis, tomorrow I share offifically in class...all things will come together and make sense as wind things up ...but know this...this work reduced me to tears. Youused hands as a way to take me on a loving, generational adventure. You showed me the beauty our hands experience - what we take in...we come back to the beauty of our senses....we find history...and YOU, beautiful radiant, loving you, you make magic every single time you string words together. You writing has opened so wide...there isn't sou alive you can't touch in a beautiful way.Natashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14700445200303617499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-2010875657017906792011-04-04T22:56:12.148-05:002011-04-04T22:56:12.148-05:00such a beautiful revelation, a tribute to your mot...such a beautiful revelation, a tribute to your mother and yourself, a celebration of your capabilities and possibilities. so often we wish for things we do not have instead of honoring that which we do.lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02433914150035377956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-38457621211489787442011-04-04T19:33:17.909-05:002011-04-04T19:33:17.909-05:00Lis, I wept reading this. There is so much of my ...Lis, I wept reading this. There is so much of my own mother in me I deny because of our relationship but as time goes by I see more and more of her in me and realize I must learn to love her before I can love myself. Your post has so much of "that" for me to accept. What a lovely, wonderful, compendium for your own daughter to read one day, so see your love, your timeless connection to each other. Oh how lucky you are to have found each other and how rich your personal explorations are. Yowza!The Bodhi Chicklethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12287125977780580043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6914291490673940304.post-68078429927877485932011-04-04T19:26:12.238-05:002011-04-04T19:26:12.238-05:00Oh my gosh, I so hear this, Lis. I was told at age...Oh my gosh, I so hear this, Lis. I was told at age 18 by a medical student I was dating, that I had "the hands of an 80 year old on steroids". Needless to say, that relationship didn't last long! But the truth is that though the rest of me looks younger than my real age - at 55, my hands tell the tale. I've had a nursing supervisor tell me she hired someone because she had hands like mine. In reverse, I've looked at mine and sighed, oh so many times, because they tell the truth. And the truth is, these hands have been everywhere and done more, and they look it...and at this point, I see them as a road map of where I've been and who I've touched and I wouldn't change them for the world (would I?). I couldn't have written it better. Thank you!Mary (Marikio)https://www.blogger.com/profile/11373749515135431868noreply@blogger.com