R's rue

  If you ever want to taste what it is like to sing in a choir, have a look at the Swedish movie , As it is in heaven ( Så som i himmelen) It is in essence a musical which chronicles the personal lives of a handful of choristers, who sing in a village choir.  This scene from the film is powerful , it’s called   Gabrella’s Song, and it’s an empowerment piece where the character  Gabriella finally has the confidence to stand up to her abusive husband aided eventually by the villagers who initially ignored her plight     from Going Gently https://ift.tt/39e3Xwi

 A friend reminded me in my fragility in my brokenness I am what  God wants For the first time I'm so tired that surrender is the only option That comes to mind The tears come not wiping them being one  He's waited for me to be fully ensconced  in torment that the only recourse I'm seeking is one  man cannot give I was told I'd come to this point didn't know when God always wins He just gives enough So wayward children like me find the light Once they've Had enough of trying to do it all their way embrace weakness where strength is found and bolstered  for a lifetime from R's rue https://ift.tt/39daFT5

 The Lord says enjoy your work so let my imagination go wild the beaches of St.Barth's await me basking in glamour glitz and leisure Falling asleep as calm waves bring my toes peace and hope turn off the thinking cap and let dreams become memories from R's rue https://ift.tt/3fqUyTe

  I had a friend over to stay last night. Now before anyone gets their covid knickers in a spin.  It was the chap that was ‘ conscripted ‘ into my original and allowed bubble way back in the summer  Do you remember the one who got village tongues wagging? He was the one I decided just to be friends with. And we are friends.  We talked and talked and laughed and ate and for the first moment in a long time I felt more human. I felt more human too because of the fact we laughed and talked and hugged and cuddled too. The hug and cuddle not no more significance than a hug and a cuddle but it reminded us singletons that we are here and valued and pertinent  It’s 8.30 am and I’ve just taken the dogs out for a quick wee walk Cup of coffee in hand.  My friend is still asleep in the spare room,  So I may take them out for a proper walk. On the counter top is a glass jug with a bunch of blue iris drinking from it and I smile . A gift of flowe...

Looking up from my leather La-Z-Boy throne on Sunday morning, I noticed how splendidly sunlight was spotlighting our old model of Pinocchio. He stands on the rosewood mantelpiece in our front room but for many more years he resided in my mother's display cabinet where she kept a variety of fascinating treasures. I guess that everybody associates Pinocchio with lying. His lies caused his wooden nose to grow but in the end he learnt the errors of his ways and his embarrassingly long snout shrank back to more normal proportions. Pinocchio's lies were never malicious. It could be argued that they were rather typical of the kind of lies that little boys and girls tell as they develop their moral senses and how to function acceptably in this social world. Ultimately, lying impacts upon our sense of self-worth though there are arguably situations in which being economical with the truth is the wisest way to proceed. Do you lie? How do you feel about lying? One of my pet sayings ...