I’ve always been a woman with nervous hands.
The rest of my body is still and graceful by nature — balletic, after all these years. But I wear my tension in my hands, which are always folding and unfolding, pulling and smoothing and clenching and unclenching, as if engaged in an eternal game of Cat’s Cradle. If my hands are still, then you know — you really know — I’m at peace.
Today, though, I decide to still my hands by design… To open my clenched fingers and let the anxieties of the day go:
I think the stillness looks beautiful. ❤