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Post Script Bread and Wine and food for the soul – or do I sound too Worthy?

“Shall I go again?”


Ha, knitted yoghurt, yes I am (sounding like Yoda, but well, okay, it’s Monday after all)

In the midst of tumult, a certain peace remains. How can I feel peaceful when I’m about to lose my house?  Odd.  But I feel guilty for not worrying.  Sitting in the handkerchief garden, on my old bench (untreated) and those three little birds sing.  Bless them above all things.  There they go,and Mr Marley, we miss you much, but I hear you tell me “don’t worry, ’bout a thing, cos every little thing, gonna be alright”. 

Here’s to Oriah Mountain Elder, my prayer for today and tomorrow and blessings to you all who read it;

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living

I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.  I…

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