Weekly Round Up: The Friendship and Hugs Edition
Time for this week’s round-up of the best of the blog posts which I’ve read over the past week. These are the posts that have moved me, taught me something, inspired me, and which I’ve wanted to share with you. Don’t forget if you have written a post which you would like readers to see, just leave a comment below.
The most beautiful blog title of the week award goes to Philippa for the evocative “Dreams etched in pages of ice, conversations captured in frozen crystals.” Loose yourself now in her description of the ice library on Lake Baikal:
The library is carved from blocks of ice, designed to resemble open books. On each page, there is a wish or dream, sent from people all over the world. Some dreams are personal, some further reaching. All are etched into the ice, preserved until the warmer spring air comes. Then the dreams will slowly melt into the deep waters of the lake. An exquisitely modest concept, yet so powerful.
I enjoyed reading about Susan Rahn‘s Floridian mini-vacation this week.
Much to ponder in Carolyn‘s latest post on pain vs. suffering.
Terri shares information on burns in breasts after mastectomy and breast reconstruction.
An update from Mandi, who has been quite literally she says, hiding under a rock lately.
I was excited to see a new blog post from Sarah Dow and to learn about the project that has been keeping her so busy.
A post by Caroline on how our “cancer friends become some of your closest friends in your life”.
Once a cancer friend has ‘held your hand’ through another roller coaster ride, you are bonded for life. You will always reconnect to them, no matter how much time or how many miles have kept you apart. You are happy to get together with them at a drop of a hat.
Which leads me nicely onto this….
Look who I met last Sunday.. the lovely Susan Zager and her wonderfully feisty, funny Mom, Muriel. I got the most fabulous hugs from these two and they certainly helped banish some of the blues that have been plaguing me lately. Here we are then, three beauties in the scarves I knitted for us, drinking prosecco in the elegant Shelbourne Hotel in Dublin.
Yours with much love