Hands -- our symbols of friendship, love, creativity, blessing. Our hands metaphorically cup our interests, hold our passions.
My hands have been busy raising children (and typing on this blog). As my youngest heads towards adulthood, my hands are creating in one sense, and letting go in another sense. And perhaps, pushing others on, pushing myself into new stages.
Motherhood is a process of transitions and now, with my youngest flying the nest with her feet strongly on the ground, I find myself at a good place and new stages. I'm pleased with how my children have turned out. I'm happy in my marriage. I'm content with myself. I am rich in my friends.
Blogging has been a mainstay as I've transitioned for these 3 1/2 years: retooling with a master's degree in media studies; moving from NYC to Santa Fe; getting two children established in college; getting one child out of grad school, married and established in Dallas; settling into empty nest; enjoying new projects, time with my husband (which is like dating all over again!). Life is never dull; transitions never end.
Like all transitions, this one here will wind down. If I've more to add, it will be little here, or not, or maybe elsewhere, in which case I may post a link. Thanks to all who have become my blog friends and faithful readers.
I remain alive on flickr as MyEyeSees.