I felt lucky this morning when I looked out of the window and saw that I had, indeed, forgotten to put something away - the glass panels of the early bed. The  high winds in the night had, luckily, left them in one piece and I thought "I'll go and move them in a second" as the wind was still gusting furiously. However, at that very moment, they fell over and smashed. A cheerful way to start the week, thinking about how much fun it would be to sort through the fine earth and pick out glass. I only had time to do it in the afternoon, by which time, another one (that I had thought was safe) had also smashed. So, I felt sorry for myself and picked up splinters and shards of glass. And then felt less sorry for myself and thought about the poor people picking through the debris of the plane crash in France and how horrible that must be. And then I thought about other people - picking through the debris of a drone attack on a wedding, picking through heaps of refuse in the hopes of finding enough of small value to feed a family....and then I went in and wrote two cards: one a condolence, one a congratulation. Both ends of life. And somehow, even though my life right now is exhausting and challenging and sometimes hard to get on with, I felt....better? perhaps. Sometimes, just feeling connected is enough.