Through Our Hands

"And that's why God needs us. Because God loves to feel things through our hands."
- Elizabeth Gilbert

I was in bed last night waiting to grow sleepy enough to turn off my light when I read this sentence. Something inside of reacted to it and I had to put the book down, just for a moment. Then I picked the book back up and read it again. And again. And again.

What a beautiful thought. What an amazing thing to notice. Is this what meditation can bring to you? For me - well - no. But - reading can. People each have their own ways of eating, praying and loving so I can't say that you'll see me sitting cross legged with the "om" going on. I am not saying "never", I am just saying "not this week" - for now.

Still - I can fall back on this statement and sigh. A good, calm, peaceful, "yeah, that's it" kind of sigh. Finally, someone described it in terms that I totally get. Reading this, ingesting it and enjoying it - I find myself wanting to strive for even more good in my life. For really enjoying the moment and enjoying what I do in the moment. I have, as of late, already been on a road of self healing, repairing and remembering. Somehow reading this - thinking on this (some may call it meditating) - and living this seems only right. Seems to match what I already knew but somehow had forgotten.