For the time being, I live in an urban environment. Fortunately the block is big and we are surrounded by trees and garden that give me the illusion of space and freedom. For what I have received, I am truly grateful, looking around the world today it could always have been worse.

On that theme, a couple of years ago I did some work with people with Acquired Brain Injury. Through the agency where I worked, the folks wrote a small book sharing snippets of their stories with the rest of the abled world. The cover of the book had a painting of a rainbow on it. Turning the cover over, there was a short description of what the book title and the rainbow meant to the writers. Try and keep a picture of a rainbow over a misty lake with some green rolling hills in the background in mind.

The book was called: "Memory is Like Air: Essential and Taken for Granted" and the inscription inside says: The front cover picture highlights for us that memories are similar to…….

Butterflies: beautiful and elusive

Rainbows: the end of a rainbow is where dreams can come true
Footprints: on the sand... so easily washed away

The sun:    warm but at times becomes clouded

A boat:       the long journey

Just something to share for reflection from a different place and 'space'.

Cheers,

Andrez