January 2019 – Steve McCurry Curated

Behold the hands how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate,
refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command,
mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of
variation which makes the tongue envious.
– Michel de Montaigne

Our hands often reveal what we really think but do not say.
They can show a range of feelings and emotions
from confusion and frustration
to joy, understanding, love, and compassion.

Among all species, our human hands are unique — not only in what they
can accomplish, but also in how they communicate.
Human hands can paint the Sistine Chapel, pluck a guitar,
maneuver surgical instruments, chisel a David, forge steel, and write poetry.
They can grasp, scratch, poke, punch, feel, sense, evaluate, hold and
mold the world around us.
– Joe Navarro

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us,
we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions,or cures,
have chosen rather to share our pain and touch
our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
– Henri Nouwen

Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted
according to the graces we have received and
let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
– Mother Teresa

Hands calm us, feed us, and scratch our backs.
They intimidate, bless, encourage, and stop us.
They soothe and caress.
They draw our attention to the good and the bad,
often suggesting exuberance or fear.
– Charles Flowers introduction to Elliott Erwitt’s Handbook

To receive everything, one must open one’s hands and give.
– Taisen Deshimaru

Hands have saved lives and taken them just as easily.
They create the saviors of life as well as the purveyors of death.
Creating and destroying with a single move
a finger can move mountains or search the unknown heavens.
Hands live to caress and love.
Hands live to fight and die.
Forever living hands, forever exploring hands.
– Bruce Alan Humphrey

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
– Rumi ( 1207 – 1273)