Mosaic

For me the word 'mosaic' conjures up images made from little pieces of glass tiles .... my daughter Cecile has a passion for this art form, and I do believe that there will come a day when she will once again be able to persue this love ...

Today we have had a few drops of rain, just enough to wet the paving, but unfortunately, it remains dry beneath the shrubs and trees.
But, we are thankful.

As human beings, we daily live with the frailty of life and the fragility of relationships. Each of our lives contain these little mosaic stones and depending on how we arrange and compose the pattern, so we will be the master builders of our own happiness or sadness.

And then there is the news bulletin that brings the good and the bad, the sadness and the gladness, the horror and the ecstacy ...

Being healthy, makes one tend to forget that there are people with disabilities ...... are we good stewards of our abilities..?

Last but not least, this lovely place near Hermanus in the southern Cape, provides rest for body and soul ...

Mosaic .......... truly a diverse concept ...