derailed...

grief takes its toll...

like a train derailed, i sit at the edge, alive but unable to move...

i have not picked up yarn and needles in days...

life goes on, but i don't know how to get this hunk of iron back on the rails...

merde

in memoriam...

Joyce Manwaring Lewis

her love is forever imprinted on our hearts...

. . . . .

I hold it true, whate'er befall; 

I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
                                 
                                            -- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

strangely inspiring...

the fascinating texture...

of brown packing paper...