Healing is both beautiful and difficult.
The hands are shaded with such a huge amount of dots that it could only compare to the silent pain I put in this.
The old cliché of flowers and beauty blossoming from the wounds and pains of our journey, completed by the beautiful process of healing our soul, releasing from our skin.
I like to think of the last pair of hands as making something just as beautiful grown between them when together. There's a lovey-dovey excuse to gift this to someone special who is / has healing / healed.
A beautiful reminder that you can't have flowers without some rain.