Restoration, a word I have only ever associated with items of furniture & special pieces. Following a life, with a history seeped in stories, that appears battered & to have lost its purpose, an item is seen as ….

More often than not these days, I spend weekends in different locations with old friends, new friends, mini team Rigden, on my own, indoors, outdoors, calm, chaotic …. Regardless, there is a common theme.

A weekend away with some friends of over 20 years. Each of them happily married, feeling whole, contented.

The simple truth of life, is that the need to bend & twist are essential. If our core doesn’t allow our bodies to do this, our minds always can.

Regardless how steady you feel, how many times you stumble, if the paces slows or gathers momentum. Simply …. keep going.

This delicate tea cup caught my eye yesterday … & I took a photo …. I do this regularly. I see something & it prompts me to think.

Loss always seems unfair, to all that are involved.

Those that get to experience the sitting that can’t be prepared for, shouldn’t be feared & lives with them, in them .. are forever changed.