All in a day's work! - & play..

We left that home upon that hill and met

a painting man ol' Jean Henri Agius,

then travelling to Bilambil Heights to get

a ramp for fam'ly Read (some friends of us)

we wondered what was up ahead on road,

and wandered up the road - found the road-works!

We read the sign "New England.." that was stowed 

beside the brown-grey fields, these words seemed quirks!

And some folk said how "Friday is a week 

day. No, I think it's strong, to be strong 

on. 

To lift 200 kilos." So to speak.

"If you be blind, SEE that you don't  hear wrong!"

We came upon some road blocks, and the ute

began to roar, for it could idle not.

But after help from helpers it was beaut

again and went quite well. It did the shot!

Then 25 instead of 24

helped us to get the ramp & other stuff.

and 18 took us to a Brendanthorne 

Place, whence we ate out, (till we'd had enough!)

with Paul's old Dad & Mum, who showed God's love

and hopefulness, because they learned to see,

and pass on care, the kind that's from above,

along with Austin's hospitality.

We learned that when you've picture ba-na-na;

it's only THEN you bend, and peel, and eat.

I watched a group of horses coming up

towards a gate, and thought how "love is sweet!"

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• GO FOR LOVE.

& when you fail for lack of wisdom, ask the source of creative love for help. Then you will learn to trust that source, and your built in connection to it, and you will find secret back doors out of situations designed to crush and exterminate you, or to corrupt your will to forget, or give up on love, and you WILL learn to love.

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• Label what I keep, or reduce the amount to an amount my brain CAN recall, say two boxes worth.

• Please send to your parents one or more of those presentations on how to live impelled by & responsive to the holy spirit of creative love.

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