A few weeks ago, I wrote about envisioning and touching a homeless person. Imagine with me, meeting a homeless man or woman. Their hair is matted and filthy. Lice are crawling through it and onto their forehead. Their clothes smell of feces and urine. Sores are evident on their grime-covered skin and you are sure … Continue reading Transference 2
hands
Today Is Enough
Looking down at my desk, I see a pair of old hands resting there, looking back at me. They have finally arrived. I have anticipated them all my life. Through the years of watching my Momma's beautiful, magical hands wrinkle and morph, of holding, washing and caring for those of elderly patients, I knew it … Continue reading Today Is Enough
Hands
Hands. They come in different shapes, sizes, colour, age and uniqueness. For thousands of years people have used them to build up or to tear down, to heal or to hurt, to love or to hate with; some are strong, some are weak, some are talented, some are useful. The small hands of a baby … Continue reading Hands