04/02/2026
I wanted to share this beautiful moment captured at sunrise.
There is a quiet dignity in the way hands remember their craft.
A former pianist’s fingers may still dance across a tabletop, or a carpenter might instinctively run their thumb over the grain of a piece of wood to check its smoothness, with a gleam in their eye of remembrance and happiness.
Walking into moments like these "remembered things" are reminders that identity is deeper than intellect.
The young person we once were is still inside of us even as we age, existing in a world of pure emotion and present-moment connection.
One of many reasons heathcare workers love their job, Is the the residents teach us to stop living in the past or the future and to simply sit with them in the beauty of the now.
All the meanwhile we are too, blessed to say the least, to get to enjoy their beautiful music floating down the halls 🥰
