Hand Meditation
Have you taken a moment to look at your hands lately?
Observed the wrinkles at the bend of the fingers
The bulging veins across the top
The life lines a little more crooked than before
The nails a little too long for comfort or too short from gnawing
Looking at my hands has always been a centering practice for me. When I was a little girl, I used to hold my hands outstretched lying in bed and say to myself, whose hands are these? Isn’t it interesting that they’d be brown? They’re quite small and my thumb is less than two inches long.
If you look at your hands in a certain way, perhaps tilt your head to the side a bit and are very still and present, you see your hands as a way of looking out from perhaps like the tentacle of an octopus. An acknowledgement that something else is looking. I still do this practice of looking at my hands.
What does looking at your hands do for you? Is there another part of the body that brings forth the same kind of feeling?
Breathe…
