When visiting friends several years ago, we visited a beautiful sculpture garden in Tubac, AZ. This magnificent sculpture took my breath away.
More than the beauty of the image, I felt the artist captured what "the hand in friendship" truly means.
For the past ten years, my family and friends extended their love for me with every sinew. I could not have climbed "my rock" without them.
The musings in this blog will have no specific themes--however, the love of family and friends will be a common thread--as well as gratitude. Connie