I have just learned of the death of a childhood friend, younger than myself and am stunned.
I meant to write of others things — nature, food, but can think of little else. Rest In Peace, dear Hashim Omran, and may you be free of suffering and in a better place…
The frailty of life engenders tenderness, and fear and respect, along with a variety of other unsorted emotions.
If it were your turn to go, now, are you ready?
Have you accomplished what you promised yourself you would?
Is your soul in such a state that it is prepared to meet its Maker?
We don’t know how much time we have left and tomorrow is not promised us.
In the words of Voltaire, in his novel “Candide”:
One must cultivate one’s own garden
[Original pictures taken this morning when we were watering our garden, at 7am]
