R's rue

 Happy Halloween loves. It’s been thirteen years since the beginning of R’s Rue. I can’t explain how this space of the Internet has saved me. It’s been a home of discovery, brutal honesty yet a hope I have no words for.  I have to have some tests run soon. I’m nervous but trusting God. I promised I wouldn’t cry, but here I am crying. Thank you for your consistency in loving me. A person the world doesn’t validate or understand. Thank you for giving me for so many years what I couldn’t give myself.  In thirteen years You continue to Give me What I struggle To give myself Love from R's rue https://ift.tt/f821Oiq

There are no ghosts or spirits on the loose and Halloween is a load of old bunkum. Witches, skeletons, scary scarecrows, spiders and suchlike - it is all what the Irish might call bollix . When I was a lad, growing up in the heart of East Yorkshire, Halloween was hardly a thing. After all, just four days later we had Mischief Night to look forward to and on November 5th - one of the most momentous days of the year - Bonfire Night which is sometimes called Guy Fawkes Night. Compared with that, Halloween was a mere blip on the calendar. When our kids were little, it was with much reluctance that we allowed the Halloween nonsense to seep into our lives. After all, the commercial hype had gradually become unstoppable. There were costumes to buy, parties to attend and scary films to watch. Halloween had got everywhere - rather like COVID19. The presence of swollen pumpkins in our supermarkets was quite distasteful. Shouldn't farmers grow things we can eat and not orange orbs to be c...