What does Open Hand mean?

by Rod Smith

Pictured at the Sydney Zoo (2010)

Open your hand using all your strength. Stretch your fingers. Allow the lines on your palm to feel as though they might tear apart. Study the contours, colors, ridges and valleys, joints, dents and spaces. Push, pull, and rub. Move your fingers through their paces: together, apart, back, forward, curved, strained and relaxed, cooperative yet unique. Feel the texture and every curve. Touch the crevices. Spread your hand further, turn it at the wrist, examine and compare patterns from every angle. Here are pieces of yourself you might never have studied.

Your hands are your constant companions. They have met the needs of others, pioneered romantic moments and worn rings of commitment. They are the way your heart leaves fingerprints, the eyes at the end of your arms. Hands reflect a person’s being and are the front line agents of your life. If eyes are said to be the windows of a soul, hands express the soul.

Hold other people with your hand thoroughly open. Allow them to know the warmth and welcome of your hand, investigate its curves and benefit from its scars. Invite others to follow the lines into the fabric of your life and see the risks you have taken and the adventures that are yours. Allow them to wrestle and rest, search, see and speak. Let them stay; let them go, but let them find your hand always open.

The Open Hand of friendship, at its widest span, is most rewarding, most challenging and most painful, for it enduringly acknowledges the freedom others have while choosing

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not to close upon, turn on, coerce, or manipulate others. In such friendships, expectations and disappointments become minimal and the reward is freedom. As others determine a unique pace within your open hand, they will see freedom and possibly embrace their own with excitement and pleasure.

Openhanded people do not attempt to “fix” others, change, or control others even for their own good. Rather, each person is given freedom to learn about life in his own way. Openhanded people, instead, express kindly and truthfully what they think and feel, when asked, knowing even in the asking, others might not be interested or willing to learn.

The Open Hand is not naive. It is willing to trust, while understanding and accepting that no person is all good or all bad, and that all behavior has meaning. The Open Hand is convinced it cannot change others; it cannot see or think or feel or believe or love or see for others, but trusts people to know what is good themselves. It will not strong-arm, pursue or even attempt to convince others because it has little investment in being right, winning or competing. Here is offered a core-freedom of the deepest and most profound nature: allowing others to live without guilt, shame and expectation.

Further, the Open Hand offers oneself freedom that extends to one’s memories, ambitions, failures and successes. This allows for growth of enduring intimacy, greater personal responsibility, authentic autonomy, and the possibility of meaningful relationships with others.

In the discovery of a closed hand, even at the end of your own arm, do not try to pry it open. Be gentle. Allow it to test the risky waters of freedom. As it is accustomed to being closed and fist-like, it will not be easily or forcefully opened. So let the closed-handed do their own releasing and trusting, little by little, and in their own time and manner.

When openhanded people meet, lives connect in trust, freedom and communion. Community is set in motion. Creativity is encouraged. Mutual support is freely given. Risks are shared. Lives are wrapped in the safety of shared adventure and individual endeavor all at the same time.

Rod Smith, July 1997 / Copyright

4 Comments to “What does Open Hand mean?”

  1. Wow….I love this Rod. I may have to blog about this one!

    I have written a few poems/prose about hands.

    Thank you so much for sharing this…and thank the Creator for hands (and hearts…and all our other parts πŸ™‚ ….

    ~carol wlehc

    Here is one of my poems….

    hands

    wrinkled with time
    touched 1000 palms
    crossed cultural boundaries

    knowledge, innovation
    compassion, connection
    wiping tears, venting rage

    furrows of hidden secrets
    timeless folded imprints
    weathered with age

    hands

    http://parchmentanthology.blogspot.com/2008/12/metacarpal-vestment.html

  2. oops….

    My hand extensions got crossed. My last name is “welch,” not “wlehc” πŸ˜€ *snort*

  3. I look forward to reading more from you, Carol. And, yes, the poem is beautiful. Hands have always held some fascination for me… that they are our “heart-agents” (carrying out the will of the heart is one thought that gives me joy). Of course, deep regret also accompanies any thinking about my own hands. They have not always done what i’d’ve (now there’s a contraction for you) preferred.

    • Thanks Rod.

      I don’t think I saw your response previously.

      I continue to enjoy reading your articles and your story with your two fine boys.

      Open hands…
      ~carol πŸ™‚

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