An Unknown Hand...

I took these pictures of the mittens over a period of weeks
on my “twilight walks” from January to February.

I first found them on the ground behind the bench.
I picked them up and laid them out on the bench,
hoping their owner would see them…

The next time they had been only slightly moved
and covered with a light dusting of snow
from the latest snow flurry…

Then ~
neatly laid together
at one end of the bench;
one holding the other,
as if content,
waiting patiently for their owner
to retrieve them…

I left them as they were…


On the next visit one was on the bench,
delicately laid out
in this dainty hand position,
almost as if an invitation to sit…

and the other on the ground
in the shape of the peace sign,
as if to say everything is okay…

Once again I left them as they were,
wondering what unknown hand
was sculpting them…


After two large snow falls
and a couple of weeks of
60 mile an hour winds
I found one here
sculpted into the ice…

Again, by an unknown hand…



And finally out of curiosity,
I made a quick trip to the park
this evening to see if I could find
them again…

And there they were on another bench,
flattened and weather-worn…

So I tried to do a little sculpting of my own,
with this funky finger mudra... :)

~*~

We are all each other’s “unknown hand”,
appearing and disappearing when needed,
lifting each other’s spirits,
unknowingly shaping,
influencing and rearranging
life perspectives
in slight and subtle ways,
through our presence…
Each offering something
in our own way,
inviting each other to sit a while;
offering signs of encouragement
and inspiration,
lending each other
an “unknown hand”
to extricate each other
from the frozen constructs of our minds;
melting away the outmoded concepts that
keep us frozen
with the warmth of a
loving “unknown hand”…

Thank you to the “unknown hands”
in my life
who have inspired and opened
this Heart…