With My Own Hands


Today I did something important: I built something with my own hands. Yesterday I “designed” a garden planter box, did the maths, gathered the materials, and today I built it. My hands are sore and other things probably will be tomorrow too. I have blisters and it feels really good. It’s easy to forget how important it is to put your back into something and step back when you’re done to admire it.

I create on the computer all the time but it’s different. I get sore from playing with the kids, and that’s important too, but it’s different. We need this. I think all people really need to put their hands on pieces and make them into some kind of whole. It’s part of who we are and I am thankful that today it was part of me. Who knew a simple, empty cedar box could fill me so?