Sunday morning, always the time when I get these strange ideas! The old song title came into my mind as I was lying 'twixt sleep and wake, and it made me think about life.
Our lives flow along a stream bed, sometimes smooth, sometimes full of rocks, and we are the stream, powered by love (gravity), and often joined for a while by anotgher stream flowing the same way. We can cope with the fluctuations normally, but sometimes we hit a complete blockage, which dams the stream, , as in a sudden or prolonged ilness or bereavement, such as we have all suffered. then the stream becomes first turbulent , cloudy, and rough, then it may become sullen and still as the love has nowhere to flow. this is where we often find ourselves for a long time.
However, the rain will fall, the gravity will still work, and if we can give it time, the love will flow over the dam and continue on its way.
I think the secret is to give it time, let the waters of love flow, and then we can continue on our way,
Love is the answer but it must be given the chance to flow, onwsrds and outwards. So, as soon as we are able, and that could take time, we must turn our thoughts outward, and start thinking of other people if we can, and that way our stream will flow again.
Here endeth the lesson for today! (I'm not a parson, honestly!).
Take care, all of you.
Love
Derry

Hay Derry!
I love little stories, poems like that, they seem to make it sound eaiser to understand - if that makes any sense. U can picture where u are - like in ur stream story! thanks for sharing ...... Daisy xxx