“A good cook should be able to use whatever ingredients are to hand and make a feast fit for a king.” That was my sister Doris's motto, acquired by her stint as a Defence Force Cook. Doris had undertaken to teach me how to cook.  Teaching me to cook left her frustrated and me feeling like an Emu trying to be a swan.

A reflection on mosaic art, broken pieces, and how God’s love restores what feels rejected, inspired by creativity, faith, and a life of service.