I am
I am working at home today without adrenalin.
I do have Erykah Badu, and her new album, close by.
I am::
Clear up.
Invoices and filing,
essential,
boring.
That's why I feel tired.
And because I have an Easter w/e without the need to prepare for stretch.
We have Joyce with us - Joan's Mother.
Joan is in full-care mode.
She likes me around for the entertainment value and a distraction for Joyce.
She is in need, she is in need and in regular repeat mode.(Me too, me too!)
I feel I need to blog about an experience of a garden.
My picture of hell is a garden centre.
Next to that it is a DIY centre.
I want to go to heaven not garden centre.
I like gardens - for leisure only - and only at home - not at a centre.
(I once said this in a talk and I saw all the middle classes curl their bodies and hate me).
The garden I want to blog about is the one with Jesus in it ............ but not now.
Tonight there is a good game of Rugby League on TV hey hey.
Tomorrow there is Rugby League on TV hey hey - and Monday and Tuesday.
Tomorrow is Saints v The Pies Eaters - our enemies. It will be good and hard and I will be screaming with adrenalin.
I makes a change from stinking football. Joan has it on every night of the week - then flicks over for stinking cricket.
I guess there are millions of men who would love her as a wife (me too!!)
Good Friday I will be going to my favourite service of the year.
It is three hours long, all about the cross.
Love and tears flow mingled down ..............
The church will be quiet, slow, reflection, space, inputs, music, readings .......
I will leave after two hours when the choir comes in to spoil it ......
I will be blogging on this channel over Easter and playing some music for your soul/my soul on my piPhone.
I will want to journey to the depths of my soul - want to.
Saturday we are taking Joyce to Joy's home in the bad weather and the Easter traffic but - both the Sheilas will be there, rare treat, and it will be good family time.
Sunday it will be church for me while Joan stands guard, and then getting ready for Monday and the journey back with Joyce.
So ...... bit of L2 there (fact)........
Thank you for being there peering in to the stumbling journey of a Level Five student.
Not because you are there - but, because you ARE .............. beautiful.
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