POM: April 13
There are natural and learned talents I secretly long to master. Juggling–well, I’m still working on that one. Playing the harmonica–got my harp and my CD ready to go (for the last six years), and hand shadows. Nothing much needed beyond a light and the flexing of one’s hands.
Today’s poem by Mary Cornish harkens to the magic and craft of hand shadows. And it goes well with one of my favorite vids.
Dand! Satchmo even takes a deep breath at the end.
And my hands are so untalented they can’t even type “dang”.
It’s because your sprained fingers are still recovering from making hospital corners..
I should apply for worker’s comp.
I love this song. The child grabbing the adult hand was brilliant.