I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer. We collect my mum from the care home, take her shopping, and then have afternoon tea together with my sister. The roses looked absolutely stunning and incredibly resplendent; a pink and coral burst of colourful hues. We spend time in reflective silence, just thinking about you. You were taken far too soon, and none of us was ready.

It may sound harsh or a bit shocking, but MOST people lack authenticity. Society, people are not only faking it but. Forgiveness of self and others.

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Ghost Stories For The Wilderness Impaired. This night is full of gunshots. They only last a few seconds. The time it takes my hand. To feel your chest, inhale, exhale. I imagine your last breath. Sirens are heard, near. Of blue, red upon our bedroom wall. Here, we sleep between gunshots. I can hear your breaths. From your first until now.

The Poetic Journey of John White, writer. A New Direction NEW! Posted by John White. Any move away from our agenda. Will quickly earn you a label. That we can and will plaster there. For all the world to see. Go along with us on this. Ride toward the granola sunset. Ever be spoken but where.

There is a new wordpress format once again. So far I have no problems with it! Also I am going to try a new blogging schedule. I am not going to post every day any more. I want my hair to be s.

From some of my tiny pocket sketchbooks. always a joyful and comforting visit. Flying free of all the madness, magical hummingbirds reminds me of the incredible beauty in our world.

8220;Above, the hosts of angels sing praise; below men form choirs in the churches and imitate them by singing the same doxology. Above, the seraphim cry out in the thrice-holy hymn; below, the human throng sends up the same cry. The inhabitants of heaven and earth are brought together in a common assembly; there is one thanksgiving, one shout of delight, one joyful chorus.

The great team player now stands alone as the most capped international rugby players.