Reach out your hand...

You don't have to understand it...it is mine and mine alone.

There is no hidden meaning or agenda.

It is not about race relations, religion, politics or anything else but this-

Reach out.  Reach up.  Just keep reaching towards something.

There is always, always HOPE.

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I started crafting the other day and this is what my hands and my heart created.

I bought a set of these tiny ceramic hands on etsy.

I think they are adorable.

I glued a screw onto the bottom of the hand, placed it into a hole drilled into a slice of wood.

It's sitting on top of a white pumpkin surrounded by twigs and string and bay leaves

that were on my table from creating other things.

I love it...it will be a special keep.

One I'll look to as a reminder whenever I'm feeling less than brave

or simply overwhelmed by life.

Hoping your week is filled with hope, love, laughter-

and pie.

Lots of pie.

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Feathered Nest Friday