This has been a month for remembering how fragile and precious life is.
For those of you who don't know, my studio partner Hilary and her husband Jim lost their precious baby. We were all looking forward to her birth. She died shortly before her birth.
She was a tiny red head and was perfect in every way except for a cord that became tangled.
Both parents are doing their best to remain present and value her fragile little being. They named her Molly.
I have spent the week considering the small and microscopic. There is so much mystery in what we all are and in how we affect one another. Life can be planned to a point but we are still part of a much bigger and much smaller picture.