Courage

Both my kids were born in water, the first one quite unintentionally as the decision was made at the last moment when asked if I'd like to get out of the pool, my reply was roughly translated into 'are you having a larf? I'm not going anywhere' At some stage during the delivery I remember the Midwife saying 'put your feet down flat and have courage' I've never forgotten this and I don't know whether it's because they were some of the few words spoken to me in English or her use of the word 'courage'.

When I watch my heart go wandering (or stomping) off down the road in the shape of my son I wonder who needs it most, him or me?

On an artistic note, I'm very pleased with the finished 'canvas' I'm continually fascinated how a few pieces of old paper and card can take on a whole new life with a bit of paint and inspiration. In the top right there should have been a butterfly but in the absence of embossing powder I tried a touch of flocking. I remembered it doesn't need to be heated at the exact moment the surrounding wax suddenly woke up and went on it's merry way into the wings of the butterfly. I now have a one-winged butterfly which is somehow fitting to the piece, all in good time, all in good time...