to the team mates who will miss that man at the next game,
and the next,
to the parents who watched their beloved child grow into a strong capable man
and who are weeping now not being able to have protected them, their baby, from this
to the unborn children who will not know their father,
to the children who knew their fathers and realise what they have lost,
to the partners who will roll over to hold their man and weep.
To the mine owners who tried, and failed, and have to live with that.
To the rescue workers, knowing with each hour that passed their role was less and less likely to be victorious.
To the drillers who had to temper desperation with sense.
To the empaths who see that pain and feel it echo in their bodies.
To my coal mining Grandad who was watching all this with sadness i am sure.
Today i make my girls' beds, and lunches and vacuum the floor in full gratitude for all the blessings i experience without knowing, but glimpse, through the tradgedy of these men, that these little things, the sweeping of a floppy fringe off a forehead the extra kiss at night the smile in my heart as i see my girls walk in to school
The colour of the sky *the ocean * Elizabeth and Maeve * people who reach beyond the ordinary * genuine generosity *good food * watching things grow * the miracle of birth *a woman's power *tenderness in all its forms * the cycle of life * courage * people with a sense of fun * compassion * beautiful jewellery * art that is made from the heart - without a view to the purchaser or the market but made because it has to come *Clarissa Pincola Estes * grace
LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS THESE ARE MORETHINGSTHATITHINK
i welcome you with warmth and love to the thoughts that grab me .... and the way they come out of my fingers when i make the time in my day as a mother and artist and poodle walker to write them down.....