Apr 18, 2022


Been to Bird watching hide, sat on bench ,noted my son`s observations. Cup of tea development of the Art of nothingness.

Precious minute of whole time in the moment.created for chatting doing little else. Life being lived.

Aches, Pain, limited expectations.

Burden of ill health, deep discussion about not being sure about future.


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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"