Communication

Communication is the most important part of any relationship. Miss-understandings lead to hurtful feelings, which lead to anger, which lead to a world where no one speaks to one another. No matter how you do it, communication is the most important part of our lives. The longer you leave something unsaid the harder it will become to say anything.

Beauty is in your hands

How beautiful life is when you see things clearly. Culture and traditions from the past combined with todays world, brings us back to who we are and what we believe in. Have an open mind about everything. Beauty is right in front of you. It is different from you. All you have to do is open your hands and reach out to the things you've never tried before. You will realize that the most beautiful things are the ones that are different from what you are used to. Beauty is in your hands.

Found image.

Face it

It's okay to be sad but don't do it for too long you'll forget how to be HAPPY.

found image.

Love

Love is up to you. It is in your hands. Fate is only the beginning, it shows you the way. But in the end it is up to you to hold on to it or to let go.

Mime

Mime's love to use their hands. Main body part used for gesturing.

This beautiful painting is done by Dana Ellyn. You can find her work at: http://www.danaellyn.com/

I want to hold your hand

The Beatles are the best. I would love to hold hands with any of the members.

Hands by Bruce Alan Humphrey Hands live to caress and love. Hands live to fight and die. Forever living hands, forever exploring are hands.

Remarkable hands, storied hands. Hands, hands can build. Hands can mold, shape, and speak. Hands can grasp for the heavens, touch it and believe in the make believers. Through the fingers thoughts explode as pen touches paper. Tones and melodies erupt from inner emotions becoming reality. Heart and soul become one as fingers scrawl quickly, feverishly. Pounding blood surges through the fingers forcing the pen onward, causing tears to fall from an eye. Truth flows from the mind; the hand transports it into being. Embracers of the brush, digits move carefully following intricate lines drawn on canvas. Colors blend together, vibrant, beautiful, soaring to mosaics of sky and water. The calming sense of touch slows the scene until order graces the fabric. Forgotten til’ their lost. Forgotten until they are crippled, hands are taken for granted for their life giving talent. Bent and crooked they are silenced from the song they once sang. Memories now distant are relegated to the wall or museums. Dusty shelves house the books of the once pulsating, vital, movements that the hand generated. 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 are hands.

Pinch Me

It's that feeling you get when someone is so cute, you just can't help yourself. You know it will physically hurt them, but they are just too cute.

Hands are ugly even as cookies. Blah!

baby hands

This is the creepiest looking thing ever. These little guys are hand soap. Yup, for 20 bucks a bag you too can have creepy baby hands to wash your own hands with?

Here is the link I found these baby hands: http://blogs.smarter.com/beauty/2009/02/02/what-is-the-best-hand-soap/