Death is in the air.
Maybe just an oversensitivity to the
tumblin’ leaves of autumn, maybe a residue from last night dreams fuelled buy
last night’s reading.
Yesterday’s reading too.
And thoughts of Tim.
When did he die? Surely it must have been
about now, otherwise why is he so strongly amongst these falling leaves?
Watching the river flow, he is always there.
I have to read it again, make sure – am I
on the right track.
I wish I'd had the courage to
live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.....
Hmm, yes and no, could do
better.
Don’t work so hard……
Ok – it’s a day off, I could do anything,
go anywhere.
But will I?
I wish I’d had the courage to…
Yep. I did.
Not sure that it helped.
But no regrets there.
Who was it that said – better to regret
what you did that what you didn’t?
I wish I’d styed in touch…
I hate Facebook.
And then the fifth one, well, that covers
all the others, I guess.
Be happy….
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