Monday, 25 February 2008
Posted by Sarah Pellew
Now, I know this looks a bit twee, but when you read the words they are very true. When I conjure in my head an image of a friend, acquaintance or family member, I straight away have the way they make me feel come into my head too. Both good and bad. If I think of my man its as if I am wrapped in the warmest quilt, in the safest place. My children come into my head and I have their arms around me, smothering me with their sweet kisses. I want to give people who think of me a good feeling. Its strange that we never really know how we make others feel. We can hope, but not know. I hope I can be less of a pain, less self-obsessed, more caring. More of a quilt than a wet blanket...