"Two hands together," she wrote, as the closing salutation of her email.
I picture my students' hands together at the heart in Namaste, in the anjali mudra, in the prayer position. A lovely way to connect: I bow to you.
I feel the clasping of hands upon greeting or parting, holding hands with a loved one, playing patty-cake with my niece.
What empties itself falls into the place that is open.
A hand turned upward holds only a single, transparent question.