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Hands hold memories. They know our rhythms, our patterns of behaviour. A little conscious effort to train them how to do something and you can leave them to it. Washing up, folding laundry, knitting; countless tasks, big and small, are left to our hands.

Hands are our physical link with the world, a tangible point of connection. Holding something with tender care; gripping on for dear life. You can place your heart, and sometimes your life, in someone else’s hands. Your future, hopes and dreams. Your trust.

We clasp our hands in prayer, we wring them in despair. They show our deeper feelings in a myriad of ways. Hands can hide a smile and wipe away tears.

You can tell a lot from a pair of hands. They hold a physical record of a lifetime, uniquely marked by experience.

Hands help us to explore, to learn through touch, to feel our way through life. They are our point of connection with ourselves, the world, and one another.

Inspired by Discover Prompts – April writing prompts

[Photo: hand sculpture at Royal North Shore Hospital, Sydney]