My world, is comparatively free, but sometimes I wonder at the cost ...
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#SinfulSunday – absence
His side still holds his scent, I roll over and breathe Him, breathe us, in deeply. Always by my side and always on my side, His absence this morning is felt but is not a lack of something, more a space that I expand into. A space to grow and a space to grow love. Don’t forget to click on the lips below to see more great images this week
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Unraveling
It’s hard to unpick the fabric of lives that have been woven together for over a quarter of a century. Initially there is a tear, maybe a small one in a corner that doesn’t show. Perhaps it gets darned, perhaps not. Perhaps someone sticks a finger into the hole and makes it bigger. Perhaps it is just simply ignored or covered up in the hope that it will go away. But ultimately the fabric is weakened, and unless a timely repair is made it will not last. I was, and am, a skilled seamstress. Not so good at knitting. But when it came to weaving a life I could pull…
