You know how something can be around you for so long that you stop really SEEING it? Well, today while continuing the packing up of my studio I SAW my chalkboard.... not just in a "yep there it is on the wall" sort of way... I actually stopped and LOOKED at it.
There is a poem written on it that I have walked past a ga-zillion times a day for the past 10 years or so. It is in BIG LETTERS and hard to miss, yet I felt like I was reading it for the first time.
There is a poem written on it that I have walked past a ga-zillion times a day for the past 10 years or so. It is in BIG LETTERS and hard to miss, yet I felt like I was reading it for the first time.
Blessed be these hands that have touched life.
Blessed be these hands that have nurtured creativity.
Blessed be these hands that have held pain.
Blessed be these hands that have embraced with passion.
Blessed be these hands that have tended gardens.
Blessed be these hands that have closed in anger.
Blessed be these hands that have planted new seed.
Blessed be these hands that have reached out and been received.
Blessed be these hands that hold the promise of the future.
~Diane Neu~
Blessed be these hands that have nurtured creativity.
Blessed be these hands that have held pain.
Blessed be these hands that have embraced with passion.
Blessed be these hands that have tended gardens.
Blessed be these hands that have closed in anger.
Blessed be these hands that have planted new seed.
Blessed be these hands that have reached out and been received.
Blessed be these hands that hold the promise of the future.
~Diane Neu~
