Renee has grown Wings

Renee and Wahid at a happy family wedding.



Now Renee has earned her wings and her worldly sufferings are over.

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot chose the colours,
He worketh steadily.

Oftentimes He weaveth sorrow
and I , in foolish pride,
forget that He seeth the upper
and I the under side.

Not till the loom is silent,
and the shuttles cease to fly,
shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why

the dark hreads are as needful
in the weaver's skillful hand,
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern he has planned.

Anonymous

Farwell dear Renee ... wherever the light shines, a tree will grow.

MY WORLD ~ Happiness and Sadnss

Red-hot Pokers, Knipfofia, with their bright red
heads, radiating energy and strength.



Congratulations Canada on your wonderfully successful
Winter Opympics. A great spectacle for all and a real pleasure
to watch, except for the tragedy that marred the first day.

On the homefront, it has been hot, cold, incredibly windy and
very very dry. The garden and I have suffered but nothing to
compare with my dear friend Renee, torn between lingering
and finally letting go. My heart is heavy this Monday evening.



To cheer myself up, I played a little with phtoshop, with
apologies to Jackson Pollock.

The world is a wonderful place, click on the Logo and go sit on
someone else's doorstep.

Thanks to the MY WORLD Team we can link with the whole world.

TODAY'S FLOWERS ~ Roses for Renee

Our dear, dear blog and sisterfriend Renee is preparing for
her final journey. We, her friends, feel helpless at the thought
of her being plucked from our midst.



May the scent of these roses ease her passage and fill the
the sails of her ship as she heads into the sunset.



Safe journey dear, loving, laughing friend. You gave us so much joy!



Drift lightly like the rose petals into the hands of God.