Hand in Hand
I'm thinking this day of hands...
Hands held in comfort, in companionship, in love...
Hands joined in greeting, in ritual, in prayer...
Hands grasping against fear, against desperation, against loneliness...
Hands firmly held to build confidence, unity, and energy...
Hands gently stroked in affection, in acknowledgment, as a promise...
The power of hands clasped together is something people often don't understand. We can know much about ourselves and others simply by shaking hands. That first impression and energy transference is powerful indeed. And even in an age where sex has become so prevalent, holding hands with someone is still an incredibly intimate gesture that really means something special.
I remember being a single girl and being envious when I would see people walking hand in hand past me. Many years later, when my husband had asked me to marry him-I had two conditions. Number One-he would always give me kisses and other little 'public displays of affection' without reservation. Number Two-he would always hold my hand in public and in private. Those were incredibly easy for him and so, for many reasons including those, we did marry. Whether we are sitting on the sofa watching a movie or out at a diner, we hold hands. It is our promise to each other. We don't take the other for granted, we stay close to be aware of how the other is feeling, we are there to support each other and we will never let the other doubt that they are loved.
I am also thinking in particular of my parents right now. It has been almost 10 months since my Mom passed away and 5 months since Dad passed. I have been thinking of them often and the memory of them holding hands has come back to me often. My mom and dad always held hands when they sat on the sofa watching television. When they were out in public my mom either leaned on dad's arm or held his hand. They were married for almost 48 years. I guess you can understand why I believe in the importance of holding hands.
I have other memories that are coming back to me. I remember my dad taking my hand and walking with me on my wedding day. He hadn't done that since I was a little girl and I knew it marked how he felt about the day. I was a grown woman getting married...but to him, I was his little girl and he took my hand to walk with me like he did then. I was blessed that the photographer captured that very moment in time.
Other memories aren't quite as sweet. I remember the last visit I had with my Mom at the hospital. I got to her room just as they were about to take out her breathing tube so she could breathe on her own. She saw me and gestured wildly and I told her I wasn't leaving. The doctor let me in the room as soon as they took the tube out. As soon as I reached her side, my Mom grasped my hand so tightly in hers that I can still feel it. She was frightened of dying and I held her hand, comforting her and talked her through her fears. We sat and talked for a long time; with our hands clasped together we shared the magickal energy that flows between Mother and Daughter. I remember when my father arrived at the hospital, the first thing he did was take her hand before giving her a kiss.
The last memory of hands and my parents is when I was in the hospital with my father. He was already unconscious by the time I flew from NJ to Puerto Rico. But I sat with him for 3 days in the Emergency Room, just talking to him and holding his hand. I remember that his hands were so hot, almost too hot. But I sat with my father and held his hand almost right up to the moment he passed. As his energy ebbed, mine remained steady, as though his energy was passing to me. Even though I was grown, my hand still felt small in my Dad's hand. That felt right, for it reminded me that I would always be his little girl.
The energy that comes from our hands is strong. Whether you practice magick, Reiki, or just prayer...the energy in the palms of our hands carries all of our intentions. I have done scrying work with mirrors and water and used my hands to connect with the other side of the veil. I have traveled through the astral planes and in dreams and have held the hands of friends and loved ones long gone. In teaching others how to raise energy and sense it I have made a special effort to show how the hand energy is powerful. In rituals I have held my hands together to form the bowl, the chalice, the receptive vessel of the Goddess. But most important to me is when I have tried to show others the powerful transference of energy, thoughts, intentions and emotions travels through us when we grasp another hand in our own.
Reach out, take the hand of one you love in your own and make your own promises. Cup your own hands together and receive the blessings that will gather there. Across the miles, across the astral, across the world...I reach my hand out to you in friendship. Please, receive the love and friends offered to you from me...all you need to do is take my hand in yours....
Hands held in comfort, in companionship, in love...
Hands joined in greeting, in ritual, in prayer...
Hands grasping against fear, against desperation, against loneliness...
Hands firmly held to build confidence, unity, and energy...
Hands gently stroked in affection, in acknowledgment, as a promise...
The power of hands clasped together is something people often don't understand. We can know much about ourselves and others simply by shaking hands. That first impression and energy transference is powerful indeed. And even in an age where sex has become so prevalent, holding hands with someone is still an incredibly intimate gesture that really means something special.
I remember being a single girl and being envious when I would see people walking hand in hand past me. Many years later, when my husband had asked me to marry him-I had two conditions. Number One-he would always give me kisses and other little 'public displays of affection' without reservation. Number Two-he would always hold my hand in public and in private. Those were incredibly easy for him and so, for many reasons including those, we did marry. Whether we are sitting on the sofa watching a movie or out at a diner, we hold hands. It is our promise to each other. We don't take the other for granted, we stay close to be aware of how the other is feeling, we are there to support each other and we will never let the other doubt that they are loved.
I am also thinking in particular of my parents right now. It has been almost 10 months since my Mom passed away and 5 months since Dad passed. I have been thinking of them often and the memory of them holding hands has come back to me often. My mom and dad always held hands when they sat on the sofa watching television. When they were out in public my mom either leaned on dad's arm or held his hand. They were married for almost 48 years. I guess you can understand why I believe in the importance of holding hands.
I have other memories that are coming back to me. I remember my dad taking my hand and walking with me on my wedding day. He hadn't done that since I was a little girl and I knew it marked how he felt about the day. I was a grown woman getting married...but to him, I was his little girl and he took my hand to walk with me like he did then. I was blessed that the photographer captured that very moment in time.
Other memories aren't quite as sweet. I remember the last visit I had with my Mom at the hospital. I got to her room just as they were about to take out her breathing tube so she could breathe on her own. She saw me and gestured wildly and I told her I wasn't leaving. The doctor let me in the room as soon as they took the tube out. As soon as I reached her side, my Mom grasped my hand so tightly in hers that I can still feel it. She was frightened of dying and I held her hand, comforting her and talked her through her fears. We sat and talked for a long time; with our hands clasped together we shared the magickal energy that flows between Mother and Daughter. I remember when my father arrived at the hospital, the first thing he did was take her hand before giving her a kiss.
The last memory of hands and my parents is when I was in the hospital with my father. He was already unconscious by the time I flew from NJ to Puerto Rico. But I sat with him for 3 days in the Emergency Room, just talking to him and holding his hand. I remember that his hands were so hot, almost too hot. But I sat with my father and held his hand almost right up to the moment he passed. As his energy ebbed, mine remained steady, as though his energy was passing to me. Even though I was grown, my hand still felt small in my Dad's hand. That felt right, for it reminded me that I would always be his little girl.
Reach out, take the hand of one you love in your own and make your own promises. Cup your own hands together and receive the blessings that will gather there. Across the miles, across the astral, across the world...I reach my hand out to you in friendship. Please, receive the love and friends offered to you from me...all you need to do is take my hand in yours....
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