"Some folk are fine every day of their life, and others born strange, so destined for strife, yet theres one of them here that i know like a wife, just a shame i cant marry myself in this life."
A regular haunt as a mother son pair, is Lego club. Where mummy tranquillises her brimming brain for an hour every fortnight with the aid of delightfully colorful and ingeniously imagined up, plastic bricks.
Digging the April ground with a shovel
that looked like Harpo Marx, I cut a woman in two,
and one half crawled toward the infinitesimal,
and the other half crawled toward the eternal.
“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.” https://t.co/Mfo78jQ6SQ
So much insight, in sight. The words of long dead authors much loved, poets so too, artwork and comment from fields afar, and amongst the millions, random theology of not necessarily religious description, give the wakeful mind a place to play.