fragile

within the space of three weeks we have attended two remembrance services for two people we knew personally and yesterday a Dutch prince was buried; three young people in the midst of life, none of them had reached the age of 50; I turned 50 this year and when I did it didn't seem particularly special, a number. Not something to celebrate.
Looking at it now I realise, once again, how fragile is this thing we call life and I am glad we decided a while back we were going to have a party; that'll be next weekend and we will celebrate life

 I do not know the meaning of it all....but that we should take care of each other and honor the otherness of those we meet, that I do know. I could call that love, but the word means many different things and could sound too big; so simply put, what matters to me and what I try and remember is: look after yourself and those that put their trust in you

Frog was right: word is out and Reeves' poor relations are turning up at our gate; we do not turn them away (of course, we don't  they are more than welcome and one even brought a small gift, a folded flower

 in Jude's class we have returned to colour, rainbows for the moment; I'm working on a smaller version of 'embracing what happens' as I wanted to see what a whole piece would look like with all the dots/beads in place and this way I could combine my exploration with the rainbow-theme: the rainbow-dots/beads will be stitched along the horizontals (the pic is sideways) 

pre-threaded needles, saves a lot of hassle during the stitching process

first impression of what it will look like; working title 'embracing the rainbow'

I end this post with Sting's acoustic rendition of Fragile