Dreams of Destruction

Last night just after I posted my blip I got a phone call from Mum....Dad had come out of his operation and wanted to see me......he thought his time was up. It was the longest drive up the coast I had ever done.
When I got there ...what to say it was such a relief that it was really entertaining...he was hallucinating thinking he was in a Cinema not a Hospital and was looking forward to getting some Chinese food on the way home...he said 'what is that?' ....'it's your foot Dad'.......'Oh yeah'.
We don't know how long we have left with him.....all I know is that he is still with us and that is reason to celebrate.

I took over 300 pics today ....back in Trindas studio.....(and still not quite finished)...but no blip .....so I decided to blip one of her paintings...there is something I really love about this little owl and when I was checking the ones from the other day I noticed that written on her board was  'Dreams of Destruction'...it was visible in the pics of the little art work.

The last few days really have been bitter sweet............driving all over the place feeling the.....fear...sadness......overflowing heart opening sweetness...gratitude...relief...like a big mixing bowl with everything thrown in all together. What a wild ride is this thing called life.

“These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.” 
― Robert Frost