I promise nothing: Friends will part. All things may end, for all began; And truth and singleness of heart Are mortal even as is man. (H.E. Houseman) When I made this tile, in 2012, I was describing the feeling of being on a ledge, high above the traffic, hand extended but finding nothing there to hold on to. The stitching that binds us together is so fragile, so looped, so problematic that it is only very seldom that we find the magic echo of another's soul ready to meet our outstretched heart. But it happens. It takes time, it takes effort, it takes above all, hope and trust. My heart goes out to all of you who are scared and uncomprehending. I wish you had more faith; I hope you gain more courage. Trusting in the miracle of connection and love is just the key to a marvellous peaceful and redemptive life. Even when it doesn't work, it works. Believe me, I know.
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