Washing our hands is an act of caring. Washing our hands puts the hyper-vigilant body at ease.
Washing our hands helps us return to ourselves by washing away what does not serve. Wash your hands like you are washing the only teacup left by your great grandmother who carried it across the ocean.
Wash your hands like you are washing the hair of a beloved who is dying, as if you are washing the feet of Jesus or Moses, Grace Lee Boggs, your Aunt Mary Oliver-- your Uncle Albert Einstein or Martin Luther King, Jr. You get the idea!
Wash like the water is poured from a jug your best friends just carried for three miles from a spring they climbed a mountain to reach, like the precious resource water is, made from time and miracle.
It's time to think about stardust and geological time, ancient redwoods and ancestral dance parties, mushrooms remediating toxic soil.
It’s time to pray for wellness for all we cherish as we wash our hands. It’s time to care for one another, to cough into our elbow bend, to pray over water to wash fear away every time we wash our hands, to greet like a Japanese prince or princess, bowing with a smile. It's time to never touch your face except to wash it in a shower of love.
