This week one day our ladies’ class had a lesson on beauty and how we become beautiful. Doesn’t every girl want to know the answer to that? One pointer was “do something with your hands” and I heard myself talking about it with a passion that surprised even me. It seemed to stun my students a little bit.
I think that when we do something with our hands, we enter a little bit into God’s character as a creator. It’s almost sacramental. It IS sacramental if we’re being mindful of what we’re doing and bringing into our world something that has never existed before. Even dicing an onion for soup.
I used to think that artists were from another planet and breathed different air from me. But in my baby steps toward wholeness, I’m discovering that working with my hands is part of being a whole person. Creativity doesn’t only mean canvases and paints and clay. It isn’t only galleries and exhibitions and coffee table books. It means things as diverse as every person who breathes and connects their brains to their hands.
That diversity is what excites me, and makes me want to grab everyone in sight and start making and doing stuff. Then I watched this TED talk and I cried when I saw the beautiful child-friendly MRI machine because I’ve been in them, and know how terrifying it must be for a child.
One man took what he knew just a step further to better the world. Seems like that’s what artists should do, and aren’t we all artists?
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I agree with your evaluation about creating beauty with our hands. Working with our hands is freeing and brings life and meaning into our every day existence. So delighted you have the opportunity to teach this concept to the younger generation!
Would love to sit in your class again and study!Love this post.makes me want to do something with my hands!=)God bless you with inspiration as you teach your ladies class!
Oh yes. I find creative projects deeply healing and rejuvenating. I do try to not have Too many on the go and to finish some before I start more but I always have something started and a long To Do list. I look forward to finishing the quilt my mom was working on as a way to remember and let go….
Oh I’m sure you thought of this post during our chat! I like the way we agreed on this. Your last sentence was especially dramatic 🙂
Yup, Diane, I think the two–our chat and this post–are related. Probably it was you who said that last sentence! That was a fun time! =)