My Hand Paints My Heart
In the afternoon of May 20, there was a special “love” hidden, not roses and sweet words, but a special journey of physical and mental exploration.
In the warm light of the International Education Center building, international students put down the electronic screen, picked up the color pens, and used their hands to “draw” their truest selves. This psychological healing art salon named “My Hand Paints My Heart” wrote a warm prelude to 525 University Students Mental Health Day with a “date between hand and heart”.
At the beginning of the event, Su Junhua, the national second-grade psychological counselor and Psychological Counselor at Lekang HuiAi, Shanghai Mental Health Center, opened the conversation in a special way: “When you introduce yourself, add a description of your hand.”
When images such as "partners who rush to write papers late at night" and "the connection between heart and body" flow in the air, the originally reserved atmosphere is slowly softened —— It turns out that our accustomed hands have quietly recorded the footnotes of persistence, longing and love.
The fresh scent of peppermint oil spreads on the tip of the nose. Students close their eyes and sit down, touching their hands with the guidance words. The noise of the city is temporarily blocked. When we talk to our body, those delicate perceptions that are ignored in daily life are gently awakened.
"Put aside the technique and use your favorite color to draw a picture of 'My hand'."
Oil paint sticks, crayons, markers, dancing on paper, colorful hands, hands with flowers, every stroke is the most authentic projection of the heart.
The paintings were disorganized and randomly selected. Students tried to find the details that touched their hearts from the hands of other people's paintings. When sharing, the tenderness of “being seen” and the joy of “being understood” were hidden in the meeting of eyes.
This healing journey, which uses hands as pens and hearts as paper, may not teach us to draw perfect lines, but it writes a love letter to ourselves in the friction between colored pens and paper.
When we slow down the pace of catching up, do not have to rush to use the keyboard for the hands “voice”, may wish to sit with the lines of the palm first. May we all become our own “palm print poets”, with the temperature of a pair of hands, love written as the most tender footnotes in life.
Source: International Education Center of Donghua University