it was the best of times, it was the worst of times
Hello. I know I have a lot of things to be thankful for, a loving husband, a dog who brings me lots of joy, my creativity, the support of family and friends, and now we have moved to this, wonderful and peaceful place, with nature all around us. I try to hold on to these things when life is difficult, like it is at the moment, but sometimes even the good things fade into insignificance when all you can see are the difficulties you are facing and you become fearful of what is in the future, it's not a good place to be, and it's kind of where I am now. I don't want to feel like this and I'm trying not to, somewhere inside I know that things will all work out ok, I just need a little faith. But, it makes it hard to blog, it makes it hard to read other peoples blogs. I know some people share aspects of their personal lives on their blogs, and I've seen how the blogging community are endlessly supportive, but I can't do that, it isn't me. I've always been shy and not very good at talking to strangers, and besides, it isn't just my story to tell. So why am I telling you this much? Because I can't post another pretty picture, with a perky caption at the moment - because it doesn't feel right, or true (apart from the fact that I'm not exactly crafting much at the moment). So, I'm just telling you that I'm going to bow out for a while, just so you know not to expect me here. If I create anything at all while I'm away, I'd like it to be something that has a deeper meaning for me, maybe that would be healing.
The picture above, I took standing in our back garden, which looks out onto open farmland, the welsh hills, and the sky. I know, I have a lot to be thankful for.























