When You’re Not a Precious Thing

02032016_AmberHaines_RememberGodsLoveOne of my oldest girlfriends and I have a long-standing joke about each other. I giggle at the way she delicately uses her fingertips to pick anything up. She looks like she’s doing ballet or touching intricate clock parts even when she’s stirring a post of soup or cleaning out a hamster cage. It’s amazing. She’s not a more feminine woman than I am, but she handles the world light as a feather, and it really is something to behold.

She laughs with me at how I handle objects, even tiny things, with my whole hand, a strong, wide grip — like I’ll need the strength of a heavyweight champion to pick up a ladle. I’m a loud worker, a full-forced stirrer, stomper, and laugher. I come at the world with a heavy touch.

I am not a precious thing. I never have been.

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About me


Soul Practices: Part 2
January 25, 2017
What a Concussion Taught Me
March 25, 2016
Out in the Wild
September 22, 2015
Even on a Tuesday
March 17, 2015
A Haines Home Companion: On Joy and How We Love
April 11, 2014
Watch Me.
October 31, 2013
What to do with Temptation
September 11, 2013
At the Crux
September 02, 2013
On Holding It In
April 09, 2013

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