I do try to do what I can, however little that is, and I began to see that that is enough, and not to feel guilty because I cannot do more. The realities of my life mean that it will have to be enough, but nonetheless it helped me remember that what I can give - which is time and a listening ear - is of real value.
The background is yellow but looks greeny in some lights ... and as you can see below the light was very different when I began work to when I was finishing the page. The grey collage I laid on top of the paint looks blue below, but that was in artificial light.
The words below are simply making a record of what I'd learned through this particular encounter - that doing what you can is actually enough. Very often I forget that.
PS Lest I sound pious and self-satisfied ... you only have to look at my other pages to know how often I kick against my limitations, and hate the days when pain makes me cranky and horrible. Peace is hard to come by and all the more valuable because of that.