Rose McClarren

Hands are a powerful image in my dreams. I see an image of the earth broken into pieces. I feel the brokenness of the earth's heart and all of our hearts, in my dreams and in my waking life. We yearn for a peaceful, kinder world and yet fear the task is insurmountable. With all of our hands and hearts working together we can heal ourselves, one another, and the earth. I know that each hand must be from a unique color of cloth just as all of us on earth are unique. Many hands become millions of hands as we reach out to one another. The insurmountable work becomes a joy. We no longer feel overwhelmed but inspired.