Yesterday I went to Hampton Court to meet some friends.
I had never been before.
Took loads of pictures.
This is not the most beautiful,
nor the funniest (we had great fun in the maze)
but the one that spoke to me.
The rooms were full of many precious things
but how do we define precious?
If we locked the doors and never went there,
what would these things be worth?
This picture of the lady gazing in contemplation at a tapestry illustrating Jesus & his disciples fishing reminded me that
anything only have a real value when we respond to it,
until then it is a theoretical or speculative value.
