The Pieta is my favourite sculpture and when I stood before her in January I was rapt. Her beautiful sad face enthralled me, her love, her pain.
Did a religion spring from that love lost? It's an interesting thought.
So much tragedy in our bloggy world lately, so much pain, shared by so many. When there are sorrows we are all cut, each sad post breaks so very many hearts. I wish I could change the world with a wave of my hand and the typing of a kiss. Alas.
But, in this world of IF, news is often mixed together. Pain with joy, sadness with light.
And when there are joys we share them and exalt and wish only the best (
my lovely numb lucky Lady).