These hands belong to a popular radio presenter in the North West of Ireland, they play your favourite songs and requests, they also love a good laugh.

These hands are happiest and most at ease when they are creating digital artwork which can transpire intuitively at times. They are also very happy when taking my furbaby for walks.

These hands started life in Belcoo, they have moved to different parts of the world, and are now living in Sligo. These hands are still attached to their body.

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: https://www.celestialaquatics.com/

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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

These hands have expressed multiple emotions, they’ve held the hands of the living and the dying. They’ve wiped away tears and enjoyed celebrations.

These hands are creative and love new challenges. These hands belong to someone who can be very outgoing, or incredibly shy, within the space of minutes sometimes.

These hands belong to someone who is constantly curious and sometimes adventurous. These hands have shaken with anxiety and frozen with nervousness. They have trembled with fear, but they are strong hands, and sometimes they need to remember that.

These hands are becoming wrinkled with age, but inside they are very young. These hands are my hands.

These Hands rescue sick and injured wildlife, they nurture them back to health and release them back into the wild.

These hands have been working on the farm for over 50 years.