A sweet friend just asked me if I was feeling sad, because my post lately seemed sad. And I was thinking about how different sadness is when it's empathy, or compassion, as opposed to self pity.
I'm the same person I was when I was younger, but perhaps one of the changes as I've experienced more of life is I no longer feel I have to be happy all the time. Sometimes I want to wear bright colours, sometimes I embrace the nuances of grey, and the softness of fur, when I need.. comfort. I'm not personally unhappy right now: I'm just feeling the sorrow in the world. But then, I get a message that a friend's sister is about to give birth and she's flying to be there.. this is life. There is sorrow, and there is joy. And this isn't remotely the post I meant to do today - I meant so show you really bright colours - but my fingers clicked on these, so there you are. (And yes, that's Roz. And Imogen. And I don't remember who the lovely girl on the top is, but if you know, please let me know too! Thank you.)