Taken by Guide at Banerghatta:
. Thankyou! I needed a Reminder… Uncanny: last year we were at this 👆 place like at this👇 photograph, courtesy Rochelle Wisoff- Fields, Friday Fictioneers
2019, early summer.
The bio-dome hosted hundreds of butterfly …our 18 year old blind Joh was at peace, no aggression. We weren’t worrying about the things he couldn’t see, just grateful that his beautiful smile was back in this quiet place lush with flora. Post seizure meds’ aggression had reared its ugly head the past months, holding our gentle perfect son hostage.
Today life is getting better: piecing back together under a Force that held us. Negativity fades like long shadows of dusk as I look at Rochelle’s Prompt and the gentle Reminder that we are all still being held together …
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Typo! Though it gets me asking:
what will it be like, a decade down?
This morning early at nearby Lake with fam and a few friends after midnight candles and chatty sleepover,
January felt chilly
brrrrr 8 am, it was cloudy sun,
With my sis the eye Doc in cheq scarf, & morning mist
What will the next 365… 366 days hold as we do a leap year?
Will there be paper? Hey do people still write on paper?
… there be trees?
..bees for candles? 🙂
brotherhood, togetherness, families, oxygen,
What will we be blogging about,
Will the animal kingdom be soft toys
and trees be synthetic forests?
Will words fade into softer language ? https://youtu.be/RoACcf2q6jw
Last night we ashed 2019’s ugh habits. There were Promises
We held hands,
..for God so loved the world…
Early this morning our pigeon chick(Tina) now she’s all grown & hatches! Can you see her?
What about Us? Will we be happy, humane, will there be peace… not a decade down but year next….?
Our son Joh, ( and I don’t know about the rightness of what his Tee says), though 🌻
she’s almost a day old. I wish you Peace. happy 2020
Thankyou Soups Bee.
Rest my heart, your fabulous heart rich with kisses from heaven,
rest your thoughts, pick berries, eat sweet raw tender leaf made by the fingers of God,
Yomargey’s yard where she visited autumn she said.
Life will pass its days in ways that surprise you & me; sunbathe your tears.Rest my heart, your fabulous heart
rich with kisses from heaven.