Believing they had taken a wrong turn somewhere, the wise men consulted Google Maps.

“I think…we come into the world with a scrap, a shred of some cosmic map in our grasp.  It’s lined onto the palms of our hands that emerged with us, fisted, from our mother’s ocean.  There are days when I believe that if we touch enough hands, place them side by side, we’ll finally see the map.  Across the landscape of our palms, across the terrain of our hands that come in different sizes and colors and have wrinkles or scars and are smooth or leathery with work and are missing fingers or are twisted with illness, across their flesh lie the lines that if we look closely enough are connected and will tell us which way to go.” – Jan Richardson

Today’s micro-challenge:  What other hands are you touching, and are they hands just like yours, or do they represent different terrains?