What's holding you?

Since she was born (I was there too, y'know), the weeWeir has been a delight to hold. Even when carrying her to the loo in the middle of the night, she's still delicious!

Often we think of being held as a restriction. About limits and about control. That can be true, but I think it's nice to be held. It's good to trust. It's liberating.

I'm sitting in the work coffee-lounge-area-thing and the base of the table struck me as an interesting thing. It holds the table top. No base; no table.

What's holding me today? Who is holding you today? Where are we putting our trust?