I need to catch some zzzzzedz.Sleep is so boring but
I need to catch some sometimes.
Had another long day.
Need to blog it.
Release my soul in reflection.
Learn from the churning.
Allow the milk to turn into cream.
Churn baby churn.
Before I go -
I have posted some fab music on my iPhone here
for you.
The one playing as I click is::
Salif Keita M’Bemba
Album: M’Bemba
CD: EMI/Universal France 0602498 312278 tr.9
Fantabulus.
That is followed by::
Free by Pharoah Monch Album Desire
hiptriffic
Before I go
I cannot blog about the day but
I saw humans open up to the light.
I sweat over what to do.
The ground is not fertile.
Will I be bouncing seeds of the ground again?
Will insecurity win?
Who will stop sacrificing
freedom for security?
It was chaos but then
The easiest of my questions seemed to settle the beats.
Openness was risked by one.
Then it gave permission to others.
Words flowed,
backed up with facial expressions,
tone of voice,
hand movements,
listening in stillness,
heaven on earth,
a finger print,
a giant finger print,
placed on a soul 1 2 3 4 ...........
Love came down again.
(Where will you place your love in the next week?)
I have worked in London, Kettering, Northampton and more this week.
Tomorrow a Team Building session for a Team on the Frontiers.
Then a email catch up at the week-end -
(Rugby League on TV - two good games -
knockout stuff from now on)
a curry out with great friends.
Sunday is Church, Singh, Roast Lamb,
Sunday Papers, maybe some not-so-boring sleep!
And a new week of going to love ..........
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
