Workings hands = happy Xaz

I have stated before that I am no artist. It may appear that I have my head in the clouds with the Harry Potter and Game of Thrones posts that I write. It's public knowledge that I enjoy math and reading. However, I am a Lowman. I am a scrappy Navajo girl not averse to work. I learned how to crochet by my Grandma Helen and I witnessed my Grandma Yellowhorse weave beautiful Navajo rugs. I learned how to play the piano as a child. I used my hands to dribble a basketball as if I were Steve Nash. I helped my dad chop wood for older Navajo women on the reservation. Whenever I returned to my parents home throughout college and graduate school, I would help my dad build something. I loved tinkering with my car. I love this photo because I share this man's sentiment. I love being a scientist. I am happiest when I can look back on the day and see the evidence of the experiments that I performed. 

“I love working with my hands. You can actually feel the job being done. And at the end of the day, you can look at what you’ve accomplished. I can walk over this plaza in 30 years and know that I laid these stones.”