pretty pearls

For several years I have been playing with beads. The colors, shapes, and infinite number of possible configurations for earrings and necklaces has made me very happy. And overloaded with accessories. I pulled the pieces that I wasn't too fond of anymore, disassembled and divided the beads and hardware to save and be made into new creations. It's a nice hobby to share with all my girls, both relatives and friends. In fact, just last night Hanna made a necklace after we returned from Jade. How easy is that? Perhaps I need to leave the whole inventory splayed out on the dining room table for a few weeks!

Now, to the quote. I read with interest about the recent death of poet Sylvia Plath's son, Nicholas Hughes, a suicide at age 47. In the article his father, Ted Hughes, also a poet, wrote to him 2 decades ago:


The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.


take care, go out and put your whole heart into what ever you do next!