Aug 4, 2026

Not everything ends with my observations...

Found that it really good self care to listen to your gut. like spiritual discernment internally...`Hell what does a northern white kid now retired ..well wishful thinking `hell what do l know`.  Big part of me, based on sojourner through Life, my own journey. Well believe that you can work on and heal your inner part, for the most part of own relationship without having to interact with the person, parent, spouse, child, former friend and others who may have trespassed you.

So as often wouldn't rely , just on what l blog about here, like my own narrative might not be important nor relevant to your own experience , how you grasp stuff .Its important l do not presume the journey your Life has taken.

Further my understanding is very dated. If don't loose track my own trajectory been book related. Uncomfortable even go so far has commentating do not like the taught collage counselling nor am l keen on all the modern self help books. Pick up the journal style recording as form of therapy.  

Maybe all the authors of this commentary is achieving and to that view its big. Give you the reader both a sense of another's perspective and chance to dialogue further with mates. We often learn refelctivly when we sat with a cup of tea or coffee thinking about the days events that are ahead or behind us.


Demonstrating Hope, listening to others should breed Hope. hearing from others and the struggles they are facing also they have overcome should fill us with Hope. Hope in  a Hopeless world not bad place to be on a Tuesday in August 2020.

Lord Jesus, when we need to process events and occurrences which leave us shaken, bewildered, uncertain, reassure us of your love, and of your presence. Hold our fears and guide our thoughts, our decisions, our actions; keep us steady on your way and in your peace.

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remembering the days when we looked deeper into each other.

  #MorningPrayer Lord Jesus, expand the horizons of our perspective, that we may see not merely with our own vision, but with the eyes of yo...

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"