I made a poster yesterday, cutting and pasting the old fashioned way. It most definitely looks handmade - my recycled (and hence off white) printer paper noticable against the sparkly white background poster with the Christian Aid logo and charity blurb on. But I like handmade. My poster explains to people about the bikes I'm raising money for at my celebration. I'm getting quite excited.
Out early today but maybe that means I'll be back early - I'm working tonight too, making the most of filling the time whilst the kids are away.
I've been reflecting on how those who we love are with us always. This month I've been so pleased to catch up with various "old" friends where despite numerous changes in the interim, we've been able to pick up just where we left off. I've been trying to support someone who is scared she will be forgotten by those whom she is no longer in contact with. A brill friend once suggested to me we're like bread mixes, and once we've encountered someone with whom our heart has connected, they are forever part of our mix and can't be separated out. They change our constituents, as we do theirs. I don't think we ever get baked into an unchangeable end result, but everyone is always there in us, making us who we are. So whilst I'm a bit sad that I'm not in touch with all I love as often as I'd like to be, I'm still incredibly grateful that they are with me all the time nonetheless.
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