Good morning everyone and welcome to your place of love, peace, healing and refuge from the storms of today’s events. No images of a certain someone here, no overt politics either — we know the score — but we need a place to catch our breaths, a place to just share.
Somewhere there is a place where I belong
Where an orchestra plays my favourite song
Butterflies gather and birds fly high
A beautiful place in a sun-lit sky
I wake and I wonder the land of the free
Where souls dance happy and the shore meets the sea
Mermaids chat and whisper the day
And Gods of hope are not far away
The place where I belong sits right in my hand
It lies in oceans blue and drifts of hot sand
I carry it with me, for my eyes to see
That the place I belong, sits within me
“Porcelain heart” from Exit Point: Arrows from a Rebel Heart
Please feel free to share pics, thoughts or just stop be to say hello! This is the second edition of what I started last week on a whim after posting that there should be a place free from images of TFG’s orange, scowling mug. I was floored by the reception it got, so by popular demand, here it is again!
Peace out!