His Hands


He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist

Francis of Assisi

I’ve always had a fascination with hands.

Particularly a man’s hand.

I know where I get it from.

A boyhood crush.

I took pictures of his hands.

He understand my infatuation.

He stopped being my friend.

I have lived with that shame.

Slowly, I’m identifying those experiences and unpacking them – so I can retrain my thinking, rewire my brain, reconstruct my core inner beliefs.

Sounds hokey but I can sense a small shift. Some days.

BuBA calls them Soul Prints.

For now, I just call them ghost memories. They come back as needed. To teach me something new.

Thanks for listening,

Keep tellin’ the story.


Professor C Todd Peacock III
embracing the artivist buried in stone

His Hands

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I see life as full of possibilities and the world full of beautiful people possessing unique and often untapped talents. I’m a learner and connector, seeking ways to leverage the abundance in this world through strong community.

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