‘As women, we touch many people. We know our palm is a kind of sensor. Whether in a hug or a pat or just a touch on the shoulder, we take a reading of the persons we touch. If we are connected in any way to La Que Sabe, we know what another human feels by sensing them with our palms. For some, information in the form of images and even words comes to them, informing them of the feeling state of others. One might say there is a form of radar in the hands.  

She goes on…

‘The predator of the psyche knows all about the deep mystery associated with hands. In too many parts of the world, an egregiously pathological way of demonstrating inhumanity is to kidnap an innocent person and cut off their hands; to dismember the human feeling, seeing, and healing function.’ 

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves, Extracted from The Handless Maiden.

For some weeks now I’ve been pondering the relationship between dexterity and despair. How does the ability to work ideas into being with our hands militate against the corrosive feeling of helplessness societally? We might be in interesting times right now. A quick glance at history from any time or region will show there have been many interesting times. Change is constant, systems are by nature impermanent. We struggle with that as humans. We want the good stuff to stay and the bad stuff to leave. each of us has opinions on what constitutes good and bad…discuss.