Anybody need an extra hand?

Somehow, the post-Easter letdown or slowdown has not happened yet. Or maybe it did, and it's over now.

At any rate, I find myself quite busy these days and not able to do much reflecting, and hence not much writing. This can't go on for long (I need to reflect, or things really get out of whack) but in the meantime, here's an extra hand.

It happens to belong to a statue of Pocahontas at Jamestown, the Virginia settlement of 1607 just a few miles from here.  Pocahontas was the daughter of Chief Powhatan of the Matoaka tribe.  You can read her story (the actual one, not the Disney version) here

The rest of the statue is that green that bronze turns when exposed to the elements, but both of her hands are shiny bronze like this. I guess a lot of people touch her hands.  Which is nice.


Ray Barnes said…
Some years ago, working in London, John had to attend the Whittington Hospital for a few months and at the bottom of the hill is a small bronze of Dick Whittington's cat.
I couldn't pass it without stroking its head and ears and a few years later, saw that 'they' had put a small cage of iron bars around it to prevent people reaching it.
I suppose we were wearing it out, but it was so frustrating not to be able to touch it.
Some things, hands and feet in particular, seem to draw the world's 'touchers'.
Most interesting, Ray! I think you are right. Think of those statues of Mary where her feet are so worn. Thanks for telling about Dick Whittington's cat!