These Hands – The Pharmacist

These hands belong to a pharmacist who cares deeply about the people she meets on a daily basis. They are battered and dry from using hand sanitizer but are always ready to go the extra mile for those who need help. They have prepared doses of Covid vaccines, counted tablets, applied dressings and checked prescriptions. They work hard and love what they do.

Thank you to the person who submitted this.

These Hands – The Artist and Healer

These hands belong to an artist and a healer and my life’s work is to understand and communicate with water. I love it in all its layers, the tiny micro-organisms that live in one drop, the huge oceans and ocean creatures, lakes. rivers, clouds, mist, rain, sleet, hale, icebergs, and glaciers. I live on the North West coast of Ireland and it rains here a lot, mostly pure North Atlantic water, swept up in the storms above Greenland and Iceland.

Find out more about the artist here:

These Hands – Mother’s Earning

This is a submission from a blog reader in Florida. Submissions are very welcome.

Mother’s Earning – A Poem

The deep lines of years
Increase evermore each day
Callous places form from time in toil
Creating beauty everyday From daily chore
To inspired trial
They have worked and cleared the way
Spots of age and fragile skin
Replace what once was strong and sure
Used for love and family’s care
Times cruel trick to play
I only pray
Someday I shall have the hands
My mother has earned along the way

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