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I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
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Hello,
We have been having a beautiful day, my laptop and I, the driest weather in uk, for six weeks, and when I took a break, to sit outside, there as clear as day, was the word; jin, in the sky…..Hmmm, I thought, as it quickly dispersed….mentally calculating what it might mean to me just now. Nothing, actually, and I continued to enjoy my observing my child’s observation of ‘frog behavior’ – or was she just playing in the mud?
Anyway, ten minutes and one cigarette later, I look up again, and there, as clear as crystal this time, the name JIM, white on blue sky. Smiling a lot and recalling all the Jim’s in my life to date, the one who I saw here, two days ago, singing the song I danced to as a teenager, when the original and superior be-it small town band The Little Green Men sang cover songs in St. Brendan’s Lounge Bar, was the one who stuck in my mind.
What next? A poem, published in 1924, AA Milne the Author, EH Shepard the Illustrator;
James James
Morrison Morrison
(commonly known as Jim)
Told his other relatives
not to go blaming him.
James James
said to his mother,
“Mother” he said, said he;
“You must NEVER go down to the end of town
without consulting ME!”
etc etc
anyway, she went missing, he was three years old….
What’s it all about? I really don’t know….but I loved to share this Magical Mystery Tour of my mind, with beloved PC and readers.
Adding only one more statement;
Yes, it is written – but it makes no sense until it’s read!! (perhaps)
Thanks,
Love to all LJ xx
He sure is…
ello paolo,
i enjoyed watching the band w/ that music “come on baby light my fire”..as if it was created when the earth was embalmed w/ darkness…hope im not kissing to a fire..
lorie
Ele ainda está lá, a elevar-se abraçado ao fumo.
There where, Paulo?
In your memories of the past?
:)
Oh my, does this bring back memories?
This has made my day..
Love,
Celia
xxxx