The title of this page comes from the book of the same name by Dr. Timothy Leary, “The Delicious Grace of Moving One’s Hand”. I was working at Waldenbooks the first (and only) time I saw the book. I never read it; the name just stuck with me.
While this page’s namesake is about sexual awakening of the senses, I use it here in a more unorthodox way. The delicious grace of moving one’s hand…to wake from the dream.
Here I will post stories I find that touch the core of me about the “movements” of those who have “awoken”, as well as post, from time to time, my own thoughts when the black wind is coursing through my mind in my struggle to keep dreaming.
I know, almost certainly, that one day I will “awaken” and it will be by the grace of moving my hand…