Trust..

Just reading my blog, & something occurred to me that kind of had before but not as clear as it did right now..it was to do with a teacup which used to belong to my Grandma, & how I want to have it framed in a shadow box but don't trust anybody to take/do/let alone touch it.


I don't think I trust people.
Actually I know it.
And it's there now again today in my own blog, staring me straight in the face.

It's as plain as day.

Ahh...it's not all that bad.
There is a small handful that I trust my life on..

(that incl. my own family of course)..


But surprisingly that's ok. I'm not feeling negative about it at all, just an observation really... & although it all makes me wonder, it's still sitting alright with me.

Ha! Is that weird or what??...