Beyond Words ~ Friendship

Who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
Be a friend and comrade blithly full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And frolic in fancy play,
Like a happy child, through strewn flowery fields gay
out there on the fringe
Where he walks a mile with me.
A friend whose heart has eyes to see
with stars that shine out over darkening lea
A friend who knows
with sweet words that cheer the way
Where he walks that mile with me.
With such a comrade, such a friend,
I fair could walk till journey's end,
Through summer sunshine, winter rain,
beyond any words that I could name

always a constant ~ a welcoming stable~

small as a ball ~ lost and afraid ~

he was there to pave a way

he caught me as I falling

was raised by gestured words and smiles everytime

oftentimes through hot stained tears

gentle encourager ~ through to this day

a friend who accepts

who simply is

but so much more

seized a light

where all was dark

and kept that flame

that barely flickered

a spark

brightly alive and well

)Norb(

Adaptation

Nuzzles n Hugs

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My truly wonderful, magnificent friends *heart touched*

Could I ask please that myself and my family are kept in much needed prayers now. (my health is delicate as you know) and as you all know My beloved Father has just passed and I am completely devastated and bereft .. not ever moving away he has always been a huge part of my life, seen and sharing meals everyday of my life .. this is so hard .. my life and his life were so intertwined as not only was I a daughter but when he lost my Mum some forty years ago I was also his confidante, companion as he was mine and my best friend soul mate .. I don't know what I will do heart wrenched Lx

Traditions and Customs

I have just returned from a brilliant day out in a small place called Mawdsley, artists and crafters are able to make, display and sell their art. So much variation from glass blowing to silk making, cards, paintings even opportunities for the public to join in perhaps in engraving a piece of chosen pottery to be fired in the kiln and collected in a few days. We ate al fresco, and enjoyed a beautiful meal all cooked on the premises. This little place is tucked away, past fields of sheep and cows in a rural delight. Coming from a built up area myself it is always a joy to get 'out' into the country, where traditons and customs are still rife and practised in these small close communities. Here I suppose the only tradition we follow are the general ones of Bonfire night, Halloween although I guess somewhat altered from our ancestral roots. In these rural communities they are more likely to continue them closer in origin, as they have been passed down through the centuries. In the same place and oftentimes through the same families down through the generations, just as their grandparents did before. Closely following to the letter, a certain date, time, method stemming from pagan roots that were closely tied to the country and land. With the development of urban cities they are no longer carried out so it is refreshing and gives a sense of pride in our history, remembering our roots when we step outside of our concrete cosmopolitans and return to the country. Lib (Copyright)