ABOUT ME
The Weaver My life is but a weaving, between my God and me, I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside. Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly, Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reasons why The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned. He knows, He loves, He cares, Nothing this truth can dim. He gives His very best to those Who leave the choice with Him.Anonymous
Since it is difficult to compress over 60 years of life into a few pages, I'll focus on my current interests and obcessions.I am a Baha'i, a grand mother of seven, great grandmother of two, physically disabled, solitary and a lover of beauty. I write, garden, do watercolours, have a cockatiel, an aquarium and a lot of books. As the following photos will tell you, I need a better camera!
Here is a guide to most of my sites