"Hands help to create our destiny, and our feet take us to it."
It's amazing how many times I have sat down with a person to paint their hands and feet, and the first thing I hear is, "I don't like my hands, they are all wrinkled and old... my fingers are too short and fat...my feet are ugly not sure how your patterns will look on them...my feet aren't that good so don't paint too much on them."
At first when I started doing Henna, and people would say these things I would spend two to three good whole minutes just staring at their feet, wondering if what they were saying was what I was seeing. Obviously not.
I only saw beautiful patterns.
How could these people not like the tools we are blessed with, that help us live this life with comfort and so much ease. As the above quote states, something that's helping us make our life and takes us through the the experience of life, not be appreciated.
Aren't we dismissing the fact that how difficult life would be without hands and feet? ... Why not ask those who don't have them !
How can we degrade our own body parts, that are the tools that help us write, go to schools, travel around the world, eat and cook food, do programming, create art, share a skill etc etc ... Aren't we being a little ungrateful by not being appreciative of them?
Don't you feel, if we don't appreciate these tools, then along with being ungrateful ... we are also being so unkind to ourselves by insulting what we are born with!?! why are we so harsh with ourselves?
These questions worry me at times when i hear people speak about their beautiful selves. They are disregarding their body which is visible and helps them...if this is how the treat something physically visible, then no wonder no one cares about the soul.
As for me, when painting with Henna...the skin doesn't matter. I dont understand how it can, really!?
The patterns are a reflection of the soul, that resides within. So then the skin or the shape of the hand are only a surface for me to create on...the more wrinkly the more the challenge to creat sharp thin lines. The odd shape of the hand or feet makes me think and enjoy the process of creating even more, as I have to balance the design, make it look good and respect the shape of the canvas.
To me the skin doesn't even show. To be able to gift someone with a pattern is a joy, I would exchange with nothing on this planet.
I'm grateful to the art of Henna for choosing me to be its messenger. I'm blessed...and so are all those, who look beyond the looks of a canvas, and can dig deeper into the soul, and connect with its mystery and feel the magic.