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On Friday, I walked through nearby Brincliffe Edge Woods and took several pictures. I was again hoping to capture something of the essence of  autumn in this northerly corner of England. The image shown above is the best of the bunch. I think it is rather like a painting but I wish that along that canopied track a figure had been approaching wearing a bright red jacket like the solitary woman who passed me by just a few minutes earlier. That would have really "made" the composition. It's only ten days since I shared an image of Brincliffe Edge Road, and here we are again as autumn strides a little further towards wintertime. I love that road and though you cannot see this, the woods tumble down to the right. There are several tracks there and even a concealed encampment where three homeless people live. I would never snitch on them. It's not a bad location to choose and we all need somewhere to live - even those without money, hope or good fortune. Looping round throu...

 Sunday things Happy November. October was beautiful in parts. Very hard in others. One day a time. One minute at a time. I’m learning again and again how God works in His time, not my own. It frustrates me yet leaves with tears of thankfulness at the same time. It’s confounding at times, but that’s okay. For a perfectionist, I’m having to let go daily even if I’m not good at doing it. Disability leaves me angry yet amazed in the same breath. It’s in the way He forces me to go on daily even if I think of giving up more than I should. I won’t give up, but I can’t say my mind doesn’t go there. I see the unfairness in the world, yet also its beauty. I’m a bundle of contradictions lately it seems. I won’t apologize for being human. I’ve done it so often, it’s a hard habit to break. I still wonder after all these years, if what I do matters or makes a difference. Then, I remember, it’s not my job to wonder about things above my pay grade.  If He is pleased Then faithfully Continuin...

  A single herring gull weaves under an October sky, crying plaintively for the seaside. It is the only sound that registers in the minute that follows the bugler's final note. He has played "The Last Post" as perfectly as you will ever hear it. And now there's only silence and a single gull. The air is still. Below the seabird, 24,459 people stand in respectful silence. We are thinking of the brave men and a few women who never came home from war. They were members of our families. Now just names, blurry black and white photographs and tarnished war medals. But we still honour them, giving thanks in remembrance. It is the least that we can do. And maybe we are also half-thinking of the world today, the conflicts in progress, the uncertainty of the future. Having just finished that Beatles book, I realise that John Lennon's simple request, "Give Peace A Chance" has never been given a chance. At exactly two minutes to three, the referee blows his whistle ...

 Lord Grant me  Peace and perserverance As the day  Goes long from R's rue https://ift.tt/xVjuF5p

No. This blog is not finished and neither is its modest author. "Finished" refers to my reading of "John & Paul - A Love Story in Songs" by Ian Leslie. I would not say that I was ever a rabid Beatles fan but the cultural significance of The Beatles phenomenon impacted on all who grew up in the three decades that followed World War II. You cannot deny that. Their very presence was symbolic of a changing world and many of their songs feature in our imaginary soundtrack for the nineteen sixties and seventies... And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder. Ian Leslie is to be commended for crafting this intelligent and well-researched book. Though it honours the two leaders of The Beatles, it is never fawning nor sycophantic. He examines the evidence and presents a very believable thesis - that John and Paul's relatio...

 It’s almost the blog’s birthday. I lost count of how many years it’s been. It’s been one heck of a ride. The most consistent endeavor I’ve ever undertaken. So in honor of a big day tomorrow, I’m going to celebrate. How you ask. Checking the mailbox for snail mail and a handful of candy corn. Thank you for stopping by here each day to cheer me on. I may never meet you in real life, but I’m so grateful for your love and support.  Some of my favorite things on this almost blog birthday.  Meeting you all Finding pieces of myself each day Stretching this writing gene Some facts about me I love thrifting Sweet over savory most days I enjoy Diet Coke I love walking into the drugstore, and checking out new lip balms I can never have too many stamps to send happy mail Iced coffee over hot coffee for me I love a good salad I love to reread my favorite books from R's rue https://ift.tt/6IzNH57