The magic of hands describes my belief that our hands have the unique capacity
to transfer the energy of our hearts to something outside of ourselves:
a bowl of soup, a handmade hat, a painting of happy bluets.
It’s why humans make art. It’s why art is good medicine.
It’s Saturday morning and I’m having some quiet time. There’s nothing on the schedule until four this afternoon, so I’m up in my room with the door closed. I have already been interrupted about five hundred times. I have written one paragraph. Enter the kids. First, Zoë. She is in tears. Not angry tears, sad tears. Then Denali. His sister confuses him sometimes with her emotion. Right now he is confused. It’s all over this … Continue reading