In my meditation group we are reading, “How to Train a Wild Elephant: And Other Adventures in Mindfulness” by Jan Chozen Bays. Each week we are reading a chapter and then during the week we do the mindfulness exercise. It has been really eye-opening and I’ve already learned lots about myself. I should be blogging this stuff. Ah well. Today I will.
This week’s exercise has is “Appreciate Your Hands:”
Several times a day, when your hands are busy, watch them as though they belonged to a stranger. Also, look at them when they are still
I have to admit that I have not been doing this everyday, let alone several times a day. However, today I got my first manicure and had a chance to really observe them and think about them.
It was really a wonderful experience. The (really nice) person tending to them kept telling me to relax them. They seemed to be afraid of someone else touching them. Once I relaxed them they enjoyed the experience immensely. I didn’t expect a hand massage. When my hands were being massaged I realized that I don’t take care of my hands like I should. Not at all. They do so much for me. They console me. They perform important tasks, like writing and using the computer. They are helping me type this blog post right now. They do these things seemingly on their own. They just know what to do, most of the time, without any prompting from me. They know how to 10-key type! I don’t even have to think about it. My fingertips know exactly where to go on the keyboard and my brain doesn’t even have to think about it. How amazing is that?
I pay them back by ripping apart my cuticles.
I decided, as my hands were getting massaged, that I am going to make sure I take care of them. At the very least, I will take the time to splurge on a manicure once a month. My hands deserve it.