“My Mother’s Hands”

I have been away in Nantucket.   I think most people are like me, worried about losing something amidst the jumbled packages and suitcases amassed along the journey.   Sometimes, a little one of those somethings can add a note of sorrow to your journey if they decide to journey on by themselves….without you.

I was at a library book sale yesterday…..a beautiful library on beautiful grass laden grounds, where tents had been erected to house all the books and music and DVD’s for sale.   My daughter and I took the first walk to the library grounds…..Then my son in law and grandson followed suit while I stayed back and did some knitting at the car.

When my son in law returned to our car, he commented about a cute little sheep he had found on the path.   He had debated picking it up…..thought his wool obsessed mother in law might enjoy it, and brought it back to the car to give to me.

Now, he had no idea I had two little hand felted sheep on keep rings on my tote bag.  By the look on my face as I reached for my tote…..my son in law and daughter both realized as they asked This is yours!!! that my little sheep had wandered out to pasture by himself.

I love those sheep, they weren’t expensive, but I always checked to see if the pair were safe and together on my bag.   This probably was the one time I didn’t, feeling tired from a long wandering of my own.

As I knitted in that car……so many people and children walked by on that path.   What made that little sheep hide his soft cuddly body from the eyes of a little child who would love to take hold of him?  I walked to and fro on that path……my daughter, grandson, and son in law walked on it toward the library and initially passed him along their way as well.

What impetus directed my son in law’s eyes to that tiny grey object…..what turned his decision to pass him by to let me pick him up for my mother in law?

I never would have found him again…..would never have been able to search the hundreds of miles traveled in this day.   My mind would have envisioned him on the floor of the ocean ferry, along the cobbled path of Nantucket streets….a myriad of sorrowful scenarios that would have shadowed a myriad of joyful moments of the day.

I know why……….You see, yesterday was the day my own mother journeyed many decades ago……wandering to a place no one would find her again on mortal earth.  She still journeys with me though……. walks alongside Nantucket sands, watches me knit, watches two little felted sheep dangle from my tote, and brings one home to my hands and heart again.

Unseen hands making what is seen “see”………..my mother’s hands, my son in law’s eyes……thankful from my heart for both yesterday.


About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
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