The walnut juice died spots of my nails and skin have changed. The line that used to be just under my cuticle is now nearly in the middle of my nail. That is a way of being aware of how my nails grow. I never thought about how they grew until now: thanks to the dark brown stains on my 2 fingernails.
I appreciate noticing. If Vince were here I would tell him but he is not... thinking about community and what that means to me, and how I need it.
Having the ring on my left middle finger (the homemade deer antler ring full of comfort) has made me aware of how my fingers change size depending on the temperature. I knew this was a thing that happened but until now I had no way of measuring the change.
The cleu on my wrist changes shape as I move my hand around. The reality of movement and change.
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