Gazing down at
my hands my age is revealed. No longer do my hands look young. Although long
they are thin and prone to wrinkles, ridges and age spots. I can hide my sagging
body from the world, but not my face and my hands. The hands are a dead giveaway
as to a person’s age.
I look with
an inquisitive nature. How did my hands get this old? I don’t feel this old and
yet my hands tell me something different. I have a slight bit of arthritis in
my hands. I know this will only get worse with time. I wonder if someday I will not be able to use
my hands. I hope not because they have served me well. I cook, clean, create,
hold, hug and reach out with these hands. I have prayed with these hands. They
are the markers of my life. So I have decided to accept the wrinkles, sags and
aging spots, to be kind to them every day and appreciate the many things they
can do.
The palms of
my hands reveal the lines of my life. My life line indicates good health. My
heart line reveals that I am satisfied with my love life and my head line
indicates that I am practical, intelligent and look at many possibilities
before taking action.
My index finger
represents my ego and my thumb is my higher power. Every day I take a moment to
bend my index finger and place my thumb on top reminding myself to bow my ego
to something bigger than my earthly self.
Every day I exercise
my hands. Not to remove the aging, but
to take care of them because in life a limber outstretched helping hand is all
that is needed to live a full life, keep
the heart loving and to stay open to all the possibilities of life.
Love your hands. That’s proactive aging.
Doctor Lynn
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