Yesterday, when the wonderful hands of Mia from MiAlisa Salon were giving me a hands-down fabulous haircut, Mia told me about a beautiful way she has been self-soothing during these hard times. She holds her own hand.
Mia said that she held and held her mother’s hand in her hand while her mother was dying, and she misses her mother. Now, when she clasps her own two hands together, she feels powerfully comforted, settled, and anchored. Mia said holding hands with herself also helps her fall asleep.
I told Mia that I have been encouraging people in my Coping and Healing groups to give themselves hugs and that I will add clasping their own hands to the self-soothing repertoire.
And I am happy to report, this morning, that holding hands with myself helped me sleep through the night for the first time in months!
My sleep is also being helped by the growing certainty that my country will soon be in better hands. For the past four years, the USA has been in the hands of a toxic narcissist.
Speaking of hands, if anyone wants to see me play the ukulele with my own hands tomorrow evening, please sign up to be in the audience before the end of the day today using this link:
https://m.signupgenius.com/#!/showSignUp/9040b4eadaa23a2f49-jamn15
As people continue to count ballots by hand, I’ll be singing “The Impossible Wait” to the tune of “The Impossible Dream.”
I took all of these photos using my hands. Can you spot the hands of Mia and my husband Michael?
Here is “Hands — A Song for Orlando” from four years ago, showing how hands can hurt and heal.
If you leave a comment with your hands, I will respond with my hands and my heart.
In this time of social distancing, please wash your hands and wear a mask. My hands go out to yours in gratitude, here and now.
The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally 