May 28, 2026

A Sandbox for teenagers growing up.

That conversation that was warm and not expected. Someone shared with myself  information that demonstrated they trusted me plus accepted advice you offered.

Heron stood on the bridge over the river unaware of others, (So it seams). Buzzard circling higher then higher up and out of sight.
Top of Ravenscar peak in cooler September evening `stars cosmic man`.

When we found out that locally small Fish and chips is called `Half a Lot. and it was enough. Surprise sometimes when it had quite a few pieces of fish. Unpacked them at Seal Sands ate till full.

Moment when `Tee Pees` are erected, sat around the stove is on Quite long journey because someone wanted to see `Villas ground`. Aston Villa as we passed Birmingham. Laughed at extra miles plus the detour. Cooking noodles with loads of chicken in our recipe broth.
`Chloe's` screams as in North Yorkshire we visited Count Dracula's experience. Most of us didn't find it scary. Sat later on the wreck of a boat, just of `Staithes` all thrilled.























When we traveled to play football in west end of Newcastle, the Romanian kids against adhoc team we could muster, score was so stupid the laughter so plenty, the insults never occurred, friendships cemented. The day was bathed in hot temperate and cups of tea were waiting as we headed back to a Church hall meeting up with other youths.
Always as now captured on dusty photos images that bring a tear, we had just this strange feeling.Godly beautiful feeling, there was enough stupidity among these groups mainly forgotten, impoverished kidz ,that the world is still somewhere full of kindness, many gentle full of grace acts, funny people.
It was always the simplicity of hot mugs of tea, sat chatting something to do with snacks and waiting, Waiting. Enjoyed each moment often in Gods cathedral always a talk about some Kingdom way of being.

 A Sandbox for teenagers growing up and needing these moments of retreat, refreshment, time to slightly escape grow in holistic fullness. 

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Walking the non talk.

 Been thinking a lot about need to hermitage away for a desert experience. Finding few people need to deconstruct from what's being said...

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"