The Hands of Time

This was taken at my little grand-daughter, Emma's baby blessing yesterday. You can see little Emma's hand holding on to her momma. Emma has a ring on that was passed down from my mother to me. Next to her is her mom Jocelyn. Next to Jocelyn is her mom (me) and next to me is my mom Nora and next to my mom is Wayne's mom Margaret. Four generations.

Our hands in a circle, life symbols…… both perfect and
profound. The women of our family, young and old in love are bound. We are born
into our circle…..sweet, delicate dimpled hands. Loved and held by the
generations, the miracle of life we understand. As we move throughout our lives,
our hands speak our heart. Touching, loving, comforting……….They are God’s work
of art. Our hands entwine for games & prayers. They clap with joy and pride.
They tremble with anger and sorrow, soothe broken hearts and babies cries. Our
hands shape, guide and teach, nourish, support and share. At times swift, deft,
and purposeful…….. at times imperfect and impaired. We are called home from our
circle, a life story engraved on our hands. Loved and held by the generations,
the beauty of life we understand. Together we share our journeys, the
generations both now and then. The women of our family are a circle of love that
never ends. Teri Harrison