I've seen these hands from afar ... creating music, expressing joy, punctuating emotion on a stage or a video blog. But the first time I saw these hands up close, they eclipsed the expected handshake and embraced me with a warm hug accompanied by a double-cheeked kiss. That day, I watched the same hands serve others cups of soup and wrangle tools that broke ground in the walled kitchen garden. Throughout the week, I watched these hands work and welcome day after day ... Gentle, strong, elegant and expressive ... just like her.
The humanity behind Imogen Heap's hands marked me. Seeing her humble service, personal inspirations, intimate affections, and joyful explorations made her feel much more like a real life person (which, of course, she is). And maybe more astonishingly, made me feel more like a friend than a fan.
So when Imogen began to play after hours at the celebration party in her home, it was more than "just" music. It was far more than a moment to savor in the presence of someone famous and amazing. It was life unfolding unscripted, resting and cradled ... all of us together ... all of us basking in the wash of words and moments and music shared earlier ... all of us with these meditative tones to brush through our souls. The beauty of simply being with one another was profoundly woven in melody.
I now see how people can so easily call her "Immi" ... and it now seems so formal to call her anything else. Immi's hands ... yet another inspiration.