Note to self: 
Why be so unhappy, just because you are sleep deprived?
Your beautiful baby is asleep on your chest, your golden haired boy is full of laughter and open mouthed kisses, and your husband loves you despite your sometimes  (what my mother -quite accurately- calls) “snakiness”.
There are sunshiney flowers on the table, the smell of Sri Lankan curry in the kitchen, music playing. The cold blue sky outside even grants some warmth today. It is Sunday, and we are free to do what we like.
We are safe and happy and oh so blessed.
Facebook is full of reminders to self lately, to be thankful, to know that we are amazingly lucky, and that life could hardly be better. 
I once experienced for myself how swiftly everything can change in an instant, and how your faith that nothing will change your world won’t protect you from what fate has in store. I try to remember that, and live my life accordingly.
But I forget.
Until I am reminded.  There are too many reminders around right now. 
Several people close to me are afflicted by the frightening presence of ill health in themselves or their children, and I can’t imagine their fear or sorrow. 
I wish for a magic salve. I just wish for magic.
 I wish love could fight sickness (and it can, love is often the only consolation, but it is patently not enough).
I am reminded that people, across oceans -in far too many places- are wielding weapons as though human life is worth nothing at all.
I don’t care about your allegiances, I don’t care about your religion, your land, your colour or your race, if you’re killing babies, if you’re slaying children who should be safe in their homes, along with their mothers and fathers and their families, then you cannot claim righteousness, whatever you say, or how loudly you say it.
Remember that children in Iraq, Syria, Palestine, Israel, the Ukraine, Africa and elsewhere are all as precious and beloved as the one at your breast.
Be thankful, Dani. Hold your children close.
And reach out where you can. 

Image by Nick Gustafson 
Linking up with Essentially Jess today for #IBOT
PostScript… I read the news this morning about Robin Williams. Vale, sad man.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,

 to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.

Henry David Thoreau