Wednesday, June 30, 2021

One year ago TODAY


MY REFLECTIONS COMPOSED ONE YEAR AGO TODAY




I was sat on the tube train.
It has been 16 weeks in lockdown since this happened.
I was with my beloved on this occasion.

I felt like moving my hand over on to her lap.

I didn't.
I clocked the feeling though.
It made me think.
Sometimes in bed in a morning, 
those silent moments 
before the mind follows the body out of slumber 

I just flop my arm over to her and she strokes it!
In other occasions, 
like on a flight - in the car, 
I do that - she does that.

HEAVEN.

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One of my two remaining brothers
lost his wife last week.
Bless you Pat.
She was a great adult friend to me
in my teenage years.

I used to call on her for a chat
on my way home after BB - Youth Work project.
An adult friend to me
as my brother - her husband, 
was in the forces in Egypt.

*

It made me think
There are lots of little things which we would miss 
if we lost our partner.

Not just the big things.

That day on the tube - I felt - I thought::
Thank God for feelings
Thank God for reflections.
Thank God for that touch of a hand.

I feel I can stretch out my hand towards God at anytime.
Feel that comforting response.
Maybe it is our finger tips which are touching.
............... always a response ................

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I am sipping pink wine.
Clicking to you - 
while
MrsBeautiful is reading a book.

Strange woman - 
she reads one book at a time.

I have about seven or eight books on the go - 
I dip!

I am clicking lockdown keys
in our flat lounge 
with my Mac on my knee - 
I have

Music in my ears which you can listen to FREE
right now every day.
WORLDWIDEfm radio - a Gilles Peterson creation.

I have beautiful vibes plugged into my soul ……. 
here/now.

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I don’t feel ill
I am alive - even if there is cancer inside.
I am 'kicking darkness
until it bleeds daylight.'
(Bruce Cockburn lyric)

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U2 have just sent me a DVD
of the final gig of their tour
‘Live in Berlin'

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