May 10, 2018

Looking back . . .longing feeling strange

Took my first residential at Cayton bay back in 1986 
although been before it took a new meaning when l was in charge


Like them . . before myself,  we found visiting new place brought some fears.
                      but so many joys
             We grew at a funny pace
      Learnt about trusting
Those far off days . . . . . God felt closer
            There was No TV or social media
                            We played rounders and such games for hours                                       late at nite in the sun
                                 Sat around a fire after cooked meal
             Walked so much
Talked at great depth

Opened up to each other as relationship developed.
We never went back the same people! 
As l grew older and more Responsibility grew in my position, 
discovered different vital meaning, to these Times away.
Many times the staff as we are called and the users  . . all felt one.
One group
One journey
One hope
One in the challenges

Yesterday Looked sadly out across this bay, 
the view  . . . ., longing for yesterday  . . .?



                                       MEANWHILE BACK IN MY FORMER POSTAL 

People in Easington Colliery, though, talk instead about the closure, last year, of another significant employer - the Walkers crisps factory in Peterlee, and the recent introduction of Universal Credit meaning some claimants have had to go weeks without benefits. Things appear to be getting worse, in many ways, rather than better.

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Storms....huge weather variates at present

Huge winds brought chills waves and stormy conditions Despite this turmoil Got dressed, got out. Excitement conversation's  Pictures and...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"