A tale of three mugs

Once upon a time I went shopping. I found three big coffee mugs, beautiful, restful, comforting mugs with great big handles. I used these mugs as inspiration for my kitchen re-vamp, choosing cupboards and worktops and tiles which matched the mugs (didn't realise that until later, when I unpacked the mugs after redecorating).

Each mug has a word written on it. Hope, Dream, and Imagine.

My Imagine mug shattered a year ago. Maybe just as well, since I'd never have imagined everything the past twelve months would bring.

This morning I made coffee in my Dream mug, and watched as the contents dribbled through a large crack in the side and covered the work surface in hot coffee. Quite symbolic too actually; my dreams for this past year have not included quite a bit of the reality we've face.

But I still have my third mug. Imagination has been shattered and Dream has been chipped away, but Hope lingers on. My Hope is on the Rock, my eyes on the Cross. Tia