Apr 5, 2019

But the stuff of life happened and Church had told us something from Jesus teachings,

Struggled with faith and was becoming a Church person . . .kinda religious sure of my pattern but not connecting...
But Church like still today was a  model of behaviour.
Many helped me on my faith journey ,sharing,
taking interest in me and my friends.
We learn`t so much about Family/Community life.
Never felt out of place being around older folk,
Never felt out of place being around younger ones and small babies.

Then we grew,developed,learn`t how to debate the stuff of following Jesus,doctrine and theology.
We had no such words for this stuff it just what we grew into.
But the stuff of life happened and Church had told us something from Jesus teachings,
Jesus followers,
Jesus words to teach us about LIFE

We did not know words like ethics...theology..deprivation...community...doctrine...escapology...

Then something happened all around this stuff of life ....

 . . .THE STUFF OF LIFE......

Living here day by day, you think it's the centre of the world.
Somethings the movies teach you,other stuff we kinda grind it out .Perhaps never learning the reason nor the understanding 
You believe nothing will ever change.When you come back, everything's changed. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone.
Life can be like this, maybe coming to `here `,is a big mistake but getting away again. It`s well it`s got to be done

You have to go away for a long time... many years... where you were born. But now, no. It's not possible.
Social mobility we lost something of that with all that this place drains you of..Maybe it in the wind..even though there are no windmills, the affect of that force  . . . .invisible it still here.
..   "Right now you're blinder than I am" . .

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Flying through Gods Cathedral.

 Alongside the car as we drove over the Moors. It appeared so witchy, so off another world. Together in silence Matty and his Dad...We obser...

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"