
With the recent events of the earthquake and tsunami that have hit Japan, it's saddening to watch the news and hearing the body counts. Earth should not be taken for granted for one never know when it's might will be released...

Organizations and countries came to help to the people of Japan, donations pouring in, lives are at stake. One picture of a rescue worker carrying a 4 months old baby girl found alive three days after the disaster struck grabbed at my heart, happy that she was rescued, totally upset knowing she cried for three days, hungry, probably lost her mother, feeling abandoned, uncomfortably wet from the soiled diaper and exposed to the elements! Ever since become a mother I get so emotional. My husband calls it the den mother syndrome *ppfftt* because I try to rescue just about every baby there is out there...

How coincidental it was that on the day the earthquake happened I just covered the boards with this beautiful japanese print paper I have in my stash with the intention to do a traditional japanese stab bound binding to it. I haven't touched it since. Maybe when I do complete the binding, somehow Japan will pull itself back together, held by all the prayers and help they received, like how the binding will hold the covers and pages together... just a metaphor...