We all hunger to be ...........

So very very sad - whatever is going on in so many homes in the UK.

Beautiful Imperfection.

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Post Easter - going back to where we were? Reflection.

(Picture is MrsBeautiful enjoying the Greek festivities.)

EASTER

GONE

BACK TO WHERE WE WERE?

Easter for me ........

we had Conniepops + Mum and Dad staying with us

all in our little flat

camp-bed crush !

BUT beautiful to do things together

and just hang out

We had some great  times with family

and our Greek family.

Sunday we all piled down to Joys with about 27 of the Greek side

all crushed indoors for a traditional Greek menu and drinks.

It had all been planned to be outside in the garden

but the weather meant we crushed together in one room!

ALL dining in a stripped room to get all seated AND

it was so great.

We Wilsons were welcomed and we loved the chatter and the traditions.

Those on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter will have seen many images

from such a fantastic time together.

We only said goodbye to the remaining family

after lunch yesterday leaving these Grandparents sagging

and searching for energy to reflect on the good times.

In-between the family and domestics

we did Maundy Thursday Church.

A great quiet service starting the reflective opportunities

on this earth moving event ..........

The best service for me in the year is

Good Friday and a three hour lockdown of reflection.

For years I have always searched out a church

where I am unknown .............

as I desire no human interactions

to reach out for 

eternal ones

and 

internal ones.

We went to Canterbury Cathedral.

3 HOURS - and I want that

even though you can enter/leave every half hour

we stay for the lot.

I was disappointed at the theme.

I always want to dwell on passion.

Passion week and the journey to the cross.

Soak it in

pain and all.

'Joy and Tears

flow mingled down .....'

The theme was not the above.

It was readings from

THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS

as written by CS Lewis in 1942.

So no human/s reflecting from the pulpit

only readings.

AND I was disappointed =

FEELINGS

but still my reflective mind

turned to taking what I could from the experience =

DECISION.

Conniepops sat in the back of my car

"I am bored" she said, she likes action - not waiting for her Mum.

I congratulated her on her ability to share feelings.

I was bored some to, not all, in Canterbury Cathedral.

I will return next year ..................to sip at the well.

Sunday -EASTER SUNDAY Church ..............

we were in our own stumbling together community

swelled with strangers - I wanted to chat to them all !

So it has been a communal, family, spiritual, tiring journey.

I guess all journeys are ?

I don't want to return to where I was before Easter.

I always want to be yearning

yearning to become ...........

Seeking the wholeness that I believe is created for us

but we never reach

because it is all about the journey

the becoming

the yearning

the seeking SHALOM .................

I look forward to colliding with you

as we journey along the way.

NOW 

that is an exciting thought.

Colliding with you !!!!

It will be like colliding with God herself.

I love the thought =

FEELINGS

The behaviour of the fully human being ..........

SUGAR HOOPED WEEKS

People seem to forget

Or

Chose to erase

Those

Those sugar battered priceless days

That you

So excitedly give

Pumped with familiar phrases

Which would

Exhilarate if they felt

Whilst others would scorn

My sweet

You

Sit and wonder

Why their fuck off phrases

Continue

To meet

And dampen the torment

The fear

That maybe you

My friend

Maybe you once felt

I once did wonder

If I could give

If I could touch

That trembling hand

That unheard heart

That let alone

I do

And in them

And these

Sugar hooped weeks

You

My friend

Beneath the spangled words I taketh

Are

Simply beautiful too!

By Charlie - A poem for me - to me 

ORDINARY LOVE - Mother Teresa

"We must not think that our love has to be extraordinary.

But we do need to love without getting tired.

How does a lamp burn?

Through the continuous input of small drops of oil.

These drops are the small things of daily life:

faithfulness,

small words of kindness,

a thought for others,

our way of being quiet,

of looking, of speaking,

and of acting.

They are the true drops of love

that keep our lives and relationships burning

like a lively flame."

- Mother Teresa

Give and don't count the cost.

Sometime you discover real needs at the end.

If were to go back to the hill.

If I were to go back

Back to a hill

A hill with a gentle man on a cross

Would I listen to him forgiving all.

Would I watch the Saviour take my pain, my punishment, my death

If I were to go back

Would I fall on my knees and scream ‘It should be me!’

Would I raise my hands to the Christ

And shout my praise, my thanks, my love

Would I cry out to all who would listen of the joy and peace that is mine

Because this man took my place.

The SAINTS and a tragic LOSS - I am in a dark place.

I am just emerging from a dark cupboard. 

It was a massive loss to the worst possible team. 

BUT we played bad. 

EVERYONE played their guts out but it was a bad day when the simple things like catching the ball went sickly wrong.

If we feel bad - so much more they guys out there in the squad and the backstage crew. 

They wanted to win so much for the great crowd and all the rest of us all around the world.

What they need now is supporters - encouragers - firm fans whatever the weather.

We will return to getting a grip of that ball and we will deliver this season HOPE at Widnes - mores at Leeds.

I am nursing my darkness after the game - many others bruises AS WELL .......... 

hope the guys are well enough for a great Monday WIN.

Come on you Saints 

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