A while back my baby kept asking me to paint her nails. All of my polish was looking less than desirable being that it gets very little use except for her. …I never paint my nails simply because I use my hands all the time. It’s not practical. They’d immediately get chipped and peel off and whats worse than thinkin you look fly but you have chipped polish! …Besides that, I’m a Mama and I don’t have tiiiiime to be paintin’ and repaintin all the time! These hands got things to do!
…Anywhoo, while I was at the store I thought I’d see what was over in my favorite “Wet N’ Wild” section for her. I came across a lovely shade of pink that I felt especially drawn to. So I take it home, paint the childs nails, it’s a hit of course. …Doesn’t take much to please her. After she’s gone to bed I get this strange urge to paint my own nails with the same color. I haven’t painted my nails in like 3 years. And it was clear! I think I even remember the day and the time. …Shame. But my nails had gotten a little longer than normal so I figured “What the hec” and I go for it. As soon as I’m done I have a strange moment and a realization. My hands are carbon copies of my Grandmas, whose hands I’ve not seen in quite some time I might add! She passed in ’91. Let me just say, when the hands “showed up”, they were immediately recognizable and a pleasant but unexpected surprise. A surprise I could only respond to with a, “Hellooo Grandmother! Well good to see you too!”
It was divine moment and a clear greeting and message. Everything about them was her: the shape of my nails, my skin color, the nail polish color! I suppose I never noticed how much they resembled hers being that I never polish them nor are they usually that long. I had to take a picture of my hands that day so that I had something to go back to and reference again after feeling like they looked so much like hers. –Just to make sure I wasn’t imagining things and sure enough, looking at the photo now, those are most certainly her hands. But either way, I was honored and pleased and happy to see her. …That is her photo there in front of my hands.
…Wonderful, pleasant, beautiful, classy, reserved and delightful she was. They say that we receive visits and communications from the dearly departed in all sorts of ways. …Sometimes we smell them, sometimes we dream them, sometimes we just think about them or remember a special moment we shared with them and other times? …Well, we see their hands in front of us clear as day after we paint our fingernails! I certainly think that was one of those moments.
Gotta be thankful for the magic moments. They are few and far between these days.
“….Feelin’ the spirit vibes in Studio5”. ~h.kai
