all the better

When my joie de vivre skips town I've wished that I could join it.
My fight or flight response tends to default to flight.
The cure lies very close at hand though.
In fact, it involves my hands.
The wisdom of another era, busy hands- happy heart, is a truism.

Feeling the cool silkiness of fabric as it slides through my fingers at the sewing machine.
Dipping a paint brush into pooling color, a picture emerging out of whiteness.
Chopping carrots, onions and celery.
Turning the smooth pages of a book.

When hands create, the mind joins in.
We were created for meaningful work, and when our work is creative, as most work is, all the better.