Hands on.
Hands off.
Shaking hands.
Handily.
Handsome.
Hand it over.
Hand made.
Hand fed.
Handshake.
Handyman.
Then there’s the whole “many hands make light the work” thing.
And “idle hands are the devil’s tools” or some such handy saying for wayward teens and BP oil executives.
Hand held.
Hand me downs.
and
Hand in hand.
Heart in hand.
All this because I went on a foraging course!
From which I came home and said, “Hi honey, I'm home! Here’s a burdock root I dug for your dinner!” and decided that apart from learning that pretty much everything around here is edible, the gentle man teaching the class has lovely hands. And he knows far more about the relationships between the micro/macro/endo/ecto/ whatevero living things that call Earth home and the biological necessity of synergy. In other words, if we don't all hold hands, we'll be going to hell in a hand basket.
Hands Up?
5 comments:
Sweet post! I'd love to take a foraging class--I can't think of a better way of really getting in touch with where you live than that. It looks like you got a lot out of it.
Ah yes, life is lived well in the hand-made world. Beautiful post.
I always love reading your posts, Susan. Thank you for sharing. I, too, am sick of the news... it's a bit disheartening and I feel helpless.
Nice topic.
Hands are the first thing I notice in a person; they can tell us a lot about people. Lately, I've become more aware of my own hands (maybe because of the agressive ads offering hand-treatment which includes: peeling, massage with an anti-aging cream and manicure.).
As for the Macro and the micro - well, I'm afraid things are not going to improve in our world. May God help us!
I must give you a hand for your creative and entertaining post. Bravo! :D
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