which i am. Finally, living like one. Awareness, Ease. Living with awareness and ease. Different.
i should have said this yesterday. The black/white beads. They ARE beads. Jude Hill's Thread Beads. More than the visual, to run a fingertip along them, a whole different thing. And beads they are, just as that string of beads let lie on the cloth, beads. For Thread Beads, i am so deeply grateful.
and then...Our Nancy, Pomegranatetrail.blogspot.com. Life has presented to her more than could be imagined, but as Life does, It did. Please go there and read her oh so fine words that are so rare and so honest. Look at the photographs she chose to accompany them. Sit with this a while.
and then if you can, Help. Your Help will truly Help. but even beyond that, her grandson will see how much love there IS in this world. How much love IS. He needs to know this now.
i signed my small help as
grace Nancy's friend. So he can see. How far the ripples go. That he has a world to count on.
