"Here," she said, "in this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs; flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard... And O my people they do not love your hands. Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them. Touch others with them, pat them together, stroke them on your face 'cause they don't love that either. You got to love it, you!"
~Baby Suggs, from Beloved
massage training helped me gain a new appreciation for hands and touch.
according to my mother, i have my grandmother's hands...that's always fascinated me since those are the only parts of her i remember with any certainty.
these days, i feel like they spend a lot of time covered in shea butter, palm oil, or dishwater.
but they're mine, and i love them.