Oct 29, 2024

`My soul began to rise , pretty soon My heart was singing’

 

`I saw a young hawk flying’ and my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singing’









There is utility in pursuing those things in which you are interested. Such as conversations about the weather, meeting on the Bus, like chasing down a record, meeting in town going around second hand shops looking for bargain DVD.
That is my great call to adventure, clumsy shout that takes you many places. 
hee hee hee, 

The fun of sharing those items later passing them on, some people say its got no purpose or meaning.
True.
We are supposed to be in conversations, too be entertained, to be frivolous, daft and stupid, along with great depth. Exploring meaning, seeking and searching. 

That's HOPE. 
Going about doing the silly things, practical searching, also that glimpse into Gods great Cathedral. (Nature).
How do we in this difficult period regain hope? Going to suggest even promote these concepts, it is difficult to have hope without a vision. Maybe Vision not for some at the present.
Not yet got that.. 'Real sense of what you should be trying to achieve'... That's OK.

Hope is a positive little step you take just to be you.

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lot to be grateful for in normal late August 30 degree days.

Saturday in normal good stuff of football plus match of the day. Swimming in cooler North sea. Skys overcast but no rain in forecast. Appare...

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"