When we hold hands ...

"Hands" a commissioned watercolour painting by my hubby

I have been meaning to write about the recent commissioned painting by my hubby.  Those 'hands' ...

It took me some time to get started because I was not sure if it is proper to share it in public space much more wrap it with my words.  After all, it's a commissioned piece.  It is not ours.  Hubby was just given the privilege to journey with the owner who also happens to be a friend.

I pushed aside the thought of writing about it.  And chose to admire it from afar.  It remained still for a couple of days but not for long.

Each time I look at it, I hear the voice of a mother telling her son that it is okay to explore the world because his steps are covered by strong hands.  And, each time she recounts this conversation with her son, I could see a woman who  did not necessarily have a smooth journey in life but made strong and whole by circumstances and people who genuinely care for her. 

I did ask my friend why choose 'hands'.  Her answer was firm and clear - she said she wished her son will grow up knowing the importance of family, friends, trust, support, and belongingness.

Thus, the 'hands' that hold... that hold us. 

Color Study

Whose hands hold yours when ...
* you are hurting
* you get promoted
* promises are broken
* you are put in charge
* you are unable to deliver
* betrayal comes
* you are unsure
* you close a deal

I do hope you have those hands and hold close.

After all, no one is born alone.  No one is left empty handed.

When you hold that hand, tell your story ...

P.S Thank you dear friend for allowing me to tell that story here :))