my hands

so much depends upon them and yet three of my favored activities are quite hard on them. Between gardening, stained glass, and cooking.... I am often self-wounded. Never on purpose. Maybe I need to be more mindful. Maybe I am glad for how mindful I am. I like my hands.

1... red onion about to be caramelized and become part of a tasty grilled cheese... my mom gave me the knife saying, "here, I always cut myself with this."

2... found in our hallway... why I should, and I mean "should" never walk in bare feet... but I do, but not often.

3... grinding potatoes at my sister's house for potato pancakes (she bought me the grinder for a Christmas present)

4... My mother-in-laws cat. what usually follows such action is I mindlessly rub my eyes and remember I am allergic.