Written On Our Hands

by Kim on April 6, 2016 · 7 comments

Way back in 2012, before I left Portland, a friend asked if I would meet with her sister who was studying to be a life purpose hand analyst. I hadn’t the slightest clue what that was, but it sounded interesting, so I said sure.

The sister emailed and thanked me for agreeing to meet her. Since she was a student, she had to work pro bono as part of her studies, and my participation was helping her out.

I had just quit my job to write and travel and was standing on the brink of every big dream I’d ever had for my life. I felt crazy and terrified and magically, almost painfully, alive.

“What is hand analysis?” I asked.

“It combines the ancient wisdom of palmistry- which can tell you aspects of your personality- and the modern science of dermatoglyphics- which holds information about your core or soul identity,” she said. “It helps people who want to know what their life purpose is.”

(Later she told me, “I see that people take their life purpose in different directions and I’m always fascinated by how accurate their life paths resemble the reading of their hands. Sadly, I also witness those who don’t believe in or love themselves enough to own their purpose, and end up living the heartbreaking inverse of it.”)

We were to meet at a coffee shop on Hawthorne. I sat down at a wooden table and scanned the crowd for a tie-dyed wearing hippy or a mad-eyed, crazy-haired eccentric. Instead, the person who greeted me was a tiny, soft-spoken woman with wire-rimmed glasses, an Engineer (truly!), and I laughed because, of course.

She rolled ink on my hand then pushed it down onto a piece of paper. She leaned over to study the print. I gaped at her, wide-eyed, as she began to tell me what was written on my hands. When she was done she handed me the piece of paper she’d been studying. Next to the inky image of my hand, she wrote:

Life purpose = Powerful Artist/ Creative Leader/ Leader in Spotlight

(Thus you think she already knew things about me, a week later I invited her to our going away party where she sat under a grove of trees and analyzed my friends hands with astounding accuracy.)

Three years later I began working on my book. I framed that piece of paper with my life purpose so confidently stated and propped it against the wall in front of my computer. For the past year I have stared at that image of my hand every single day. And when I have been afraid, or the work felt too hard, I’ve turned to it for comfort because, HELLO, it’s written on my hands.

Hand analysis

I hit a big milestone last week when I turned in the full manuscript of my book to my editor (side note: this means I have time to blog again. Yay!). As I hit send on the email, I sat back in my chair and stared hard at that print of my hand. Writing this book has been one big lesson in trust—I have had to trust that if I kept plodding along that someday, eventually, I could chisel a beautiful story out of an unwieldy block of words. I have doubted myself many times through this process, but that print of my hand has always seemed so solid and sure of its purpose, and it has helped me feel solid and sure of my purpose, too.

I write this to bookmark a place in time—I wrote a book— but also to honor that bigger thing, that thing written on my hands (on all of our hands, lest you forget). I don’t get the magic of that any more than anyone else, but I know that not everything is ours to understand.


If you are in Portland, OR or coming through Portland and would like to have a hand analysis, email me and I will give you the contact information of the woman I work with. This isn’t a secret or anything, she just doesn’t have a website and I don’t want to put her email on the Internet (spammers, etc.).



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Patti April 6, 2016 at 10:48 am

I would love to have my hand read to see if I lived my life according to what’s written on my hand. I wonder if age determines a plot line in life. Would my hand at now 60 tell the same story that my hand at 30 would have told? I’d like to think so, that I lived my best life.

Can’t wait to read The Yellow Envelope. I’ve eager to know what happened since the day you told the story of the envelope.


Kim April 6, 2016 at 12:51 pm

I don’t know- that’s a good question. I think it would, only because I’ve been twice and the second time she was like- you know your prints don’t change, right? So, I think you’d get the same info no matter what stage in your life you’re at.


Angie Stegall April 6, 2016 at 11:26 am

Kim – I find myself wanting to cry reading this. Finishing your book is HUGE! I have so many questions and at the same time they don’t matter because YOU FINISHED YOUR BOOK! I can’t wait to read it. Super, giant, huge congratulations!!
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Kim April 6, 2016 at 12:52 pm

Yes! I finished my book, yay! (Or, I mean, still lots of edits to do but for now it is off with my editor and off my plate). And you can ask me your questions when we meet for that beer- soon!


Missy April 19, 2016 at 1:23 pm

Gee whiz, and I thuhogt this would be hard to find out.


Marta April 9, 2016 at 11:31 pm

It;s so good to hear. I miss Your posts. And congratulations on your book 🙂


Rhonda April 12, 2016 at 3:09 pm

Oh Kim I so wish I’d heard about her when we were still in PDX. How incredibly fascinating! I had my hand read in Jaipur by some random man and his insight was astonishing, and somewhat frightening, to my Western mindset.
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