May 4, 2019

Always crossing cultures, on this faith journey.

My family ,friends  visited often and the house near the sea was pretty remote, but like London, we was never short of people coming staying sharing meals. The work progressed. Despite, the very visible poverty, depression, lack of hope, rundown image, working among such beautiful, very human, real, lovable people.


Whenever finished the day.l would walk, listen, to the sound of the beach making these North sea noises, calling to us all.
As youth group our locality was key to some of our programme.
Learning lot about rural isolation, harshness,  lack of social mobility.
All linked to other issues some newish` but had encountered `emotional literacy` this being word banned around over this period.
Active listening was taking place, Like London lot of schools work, privilege to be involved in such chance to deliver lessons and assemblies.
DJ took new better route also
For over decade was working with groups some events took place regionally and nationally.
Always crossing cultures, on this faith journey.
If we could;-
·        resource all youth projects
·        Place them in community setting
·        Access range of ages
·        Have equal staff skill base
Then lot of projects would survive. But this is seldom the case.

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Life going so fast,nephews even got homework.

What can l say Hull City had a good win. 4_1 against Cardiff. Nephew got me spending on him, every penny was worthwhile, we talked laughed ,...

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"