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pebbles from Pipers Lagoon on my deskThere are moments in time that are the most fragile thing. On the inside I feel as strong as a rock but also as if I'm surrounded by a thin layer of glass that is all too easily shattered through impact from the outside. There are moments when an idea arrives that is so loud, magnificent, demanding all attention and has me filled with such excitement that it makes me want to burst and all obstacles and impossibilities vanish at that moment. And then there are moments filled with some more silent ideas that are shy and beautiful. The ones that stay with me have survived the first wave of doubts that might show up after further thoughts which is a very fragile moment in itself. Most fragile of all is perhaps the moment when the idea has become a creation all shiny and seemingly alive ready to be shown and shown off to the world ready to be 'ooohed' and 'aaahhd'. Sometimes I feel ready to do so and other times I don't. Sometimes I wait a while before I show it as if to brace myself and other times I am all too excited and show it right away, all proud, that I don't care about any opinions. The fragile moments though, they remain regardless of how much experience I may have or how hard I try to ignore them. They are the most precious moments of all because they connect me with those tiny corners of my self that I haven't seen before.