At the end of another unremarkable day this week I got to thinking about tapestries, as you do!

Every week I try to direct my posts away from myself, but for some time now, they seem to always start with me. I, I, I. Obviously, that is the world I operate in and know best but there’s got to be something more to talk about. .

The sun to shine on them. The other day I had to look again to see the purple crocuses I knew were there in the back flower bed. The garden was in shadow and the flowers had closed up. It took a blast of sun to reveal them in their full glory. Do you ever…

About two years ago I watched the documentary ‘Amazing Grace’ featuring Aretha Franklin. There was one song that I noted down back then called ‘How I got over’. For two years I have wondered if I can write anything about that.

For your life to get better before you live it.

Look for a window. (A direction that has been adapted from Malachi in the Old Testament but still makes sense today.)

That scares you’ Or so says Eleanor Roosevelt. I was thinking today that in the past I had a whole rake of things that I could use to build up my confidence. Those things are all a distant memory now.

Just the wrong clothes. I was thinking about that Billy Connolly quote and changed it a wee bit. How about ‘there’s no such thing as can’t, we just haven’t found the help we need so we still can.’

A new thing is coming! As COVID throws its heavy blankets of fatigue over my already tired body, I have been close to giving up all hope. I forgot to laugh, to sing, to look out at the blue skies, to step into the garden and breathe in fresh air. The idea of making a…

In the dead of night. This past week or more I have been awake in the wee small hours. If I’ve had sleepless nights before, I’ve either been upset or relieved that the birds are announcing the night is past. But this blackbird? He’s singing at the ungodly hour of half past two! Maybe I’ve…