is there anything more compelling
then something made
with the skilled and seasoned hands
of love?
do you ever wonder about the thoughts, hopes, dreams,
and intentions infused in all things made by hand
that comprise our world?
these are the stories i strive to share when i take my groups to
the hands and hearts behind the curtain of time.
if you have traveled with me you have stood in this very workshop
and heard the pounding of metal,
the forging of hearts.
so begins the story of many hands, one village, gutsy intention,
and a bright dream.
next week i will tell how
you can help this dream come true.
***
now tell me friends,
where has paradise taken you?
My wife Barb and I will be on the next trip to San Miguel, and we can't wait for the experience. To see the shops, galleries and studios of the artisans will be a thrill beyond belief.
A Paradise to be sure.
Can't wait!
Peace
Posted by: spadoman | June 10, 2012 at 07:58 AM
oh...paradise has taken me for a ride. A journey over land and time.
and so many more journeys in my future.
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | June 10, 2012 at 08:04 AM
Beautiful Madonna, Rebecca. I love the workshop photos. His face so full of concentration, his hands seemingly working from memory, his head bowed as in prayer over each item he brings to life.
Posted by: annie | June 10, 2012 at 09:02 AM
It is so moving to see the blood-connection between the working hands of the living, breathing artist and the work of art brought to life. The movement from Sepia tones to full color offers that effect as well. It's lovely. I hope that it's a wonderful trip for all.
xoxo,
Noelle
Posted by: noelle | June 10, 2012 at 09:21 AM
I enjoyed your postcards and words about creating, and this makes me want to take a vacation to San Miguel! Have a blessed Sunday
Posted by: Rachel@GeekUnorthodox | June 10, 2012 at 09:27 AM
To honour the hand of the craftsman, to wonder at the intricate work, the beauty....
Our world seems to be loosing these traditional skills in favour of ready made this and that, but to behold a man skilled in his craft is a wonderful sight, I know, I am married to such a man who has worked with his hands all his life to produce beautiful items for others, I am grateful...
To be on your trip would be so wonderful...sigh x
Posted by: Sue Fox | June 10, 2012 at 10:40 AM
Hnads and hearts...hmmmm...love, love, love....watching for what's next!!! xoxox frannie
Posted by: Fran Meneley | June 10, 2012 at 11:27 AM
Breathtaking!! what an inspiration on a Sunday evening! Thank you dear Rebecca for reminding me to join in again - I have been away for long and have returned with a full basket. The Semana Santa 2013 is still on top of my list. a blessed week to you.
Posted by: Hettienne Grobler | June 10, 2012 at 11:49 AM
im sorry for being so horribly late rebecca..i have shared the previous haiku here, the one which you wanted me to re-share on friday. but look im late again. il try n make it early this friday.:)
Posted by: Sanjana | June 10, 2012 at 12:49 PM
tender loving hands crafting and creating in this world offer their heart with each touch. these photos evoke memories a time spent in san miguel de allende, truly paradise.
Posted by: Irene | June 10, 2012 at 02:19 PM
ps sorry, i accidentally posted on haiku before i realized i was in the wrong place.
Posted by: Irene | June 10, 2012 at 02:22 PM
It's looking more like Hell here in Fort Collins. The winds have shifted and have buried our town in reddish brown smoke with gusty winds. The fire has grown to 14,000 acres. No paradise today. I thought some angels on my "Postcards from Paradise" post were in order, Rebecca. I will try to calm myself with frequent looks at your beautiful Madonna photos. I also love the artisan's hands photos. Are these your photos, too, Rebecca. This is a lovely post.
Posted by: Laurie Zuckerman | June 10, 2012 at 03:17 PM
my paradise this week has taken me north, to visit my youngest grandsons.. cuddles, tantrums and tears.. fun..it has taken me to a village of colour and words [will link to it here].. and now sitting in our little motor home with rain pouring down.. off to spend the last day with my eldest daughter and the boys, then home tomorrow.. to my beautiful soul home Katoomba
Posted by: Miss Robyn the Pixie | June 10, 2012 at 04:23 PM
Ah yes, I've been there, watching the hands, watching the little motes of dust float through shafts of light. Marveling, wondering.
Posted by: Meri @ Meri's Musings | June 10, 2012 at 04:43 PM
Hands can do the most amazing things, especially skilled, dedicated hands.
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | June 10, 2012 at 06:27 PM
I look forward to hearing more about the hearts and hands of your sacred place in Mexico. Wonderful post today, Rebecca, that immediately brought the work of my neighbor Jianulla to mind.
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | June 10, 2012 at 08:39 PM
Such splendid silver work! I've always wanted to learn silver-smithing...it's on the life list. And seeing this keeps the dream fueled...dazzling! :o) Happy Week, Rebecca ((HUGS))
Posted by: Tracy | June 11, 2012 at 05:22 AM