Headstall's Reflections - 83. Chapter 83 My Hands

A great poem and a great journey 

18 hours ago, dughlas said:

That roadmap depicted in wrinkled skin is a map of the journey thus far not the journey that yet lies ahead ...

Thanks, bro.  

18 hours ago, Albert1434 said:

A great poem and a great journey 

Thanks, Albert.  

13 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

Sometimes I look at my hands and notice the same thing.  Years of manual labor were not kind to them, and my skin is definitely not as smooth as it used to be.  Great job.   

Thanks, Val.  

That last stanza really got to me. Suddenly, we become an accumulation of things that don't work as they ought to. But the roadmap to nowhere charting where we've been is a wonderful metaphor. Thanks very much for this.

10 minutes ago, Parker Owens said:

That last stanza really got to me. Suddenly, we become an accumulation of things that don't work as they ought to. But the roadmap to nowhere charting where we've been is a wonderful metaphor. Thanks very much for this.

Thanks, Parker.  

I'm just amazed at the insights you give us in even the most prosaic things...hands?  How often do we take a conscious look at them unless we've injured one somehow?

Mine remain relatively the same as in years past though the joints may ache some and there's a scar at the base of my thumb on the left one near the base that resulted in the loss of some feeling in that digit above that point; blame it on the lid of a discarded cat food tin when I went to push the trash down a bit to slip one last item in....

Despite current limitations on other parts of my sensory apparatus, the hands still provide me with good feelings and the means to communicate my thought to others on the internet, so I'm content with them for now.  :)

3 hours ago, ColumbusGuy said:

I'm just amazed at the insights you give us in even the most prosaic things...hands?  How often do we take a conscious look at them unless we've injured one somehow?

Mine remain relatively the same as in years past though the joints may ache some and there's a scar at the base of my thumb on the left one near the base that resulted in the loss of some feeling in that digit above that point; blame it on the lid of a discarded cat food tin when I went to push the trash down a bit to slip one last item in....

Despite current limitations on other parts of my sensory apparatus, the hands still provide me with good feelings and the means to communicate my thought to others on the internet, so I'm content with them for now. 

Hey, buddy. I am content too... in fact I sometimes marvel at my old hands. I wish they didn't ache, but they are still capable of so much. Wonderful to hear from you, dear friend. Cheers... Gary....  xoxoxoxo