We all want to be delivered to a promised land in some shape of form . Promised lands can be hidden away in our psychi. They are not only ways of living but they are dreams and hopes and wants and wishes.
Sometimes they are just peace of mind.
That’s why this song can be a powerful watch
May we all find our own Promised Land, whatever it is. xx
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Utopia, heaven, whatever you call it
DeleteWhat an uplifting song and may it come true soon for everyone, everywhere! Ta, John!
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Anytime babs
DeleteFunny you posted this today, I wonder why today? …but I needed it. My mother died yesterday , and at a loss I listened to those beautiful voices and read of your awful night yesterday , where not once did you complain or bleat
ReplyDeleteYour blog gives me gentle support
A bit of chatter, a bit of gossip , a bit of reality , and a bit sharing of lovely news and things.
My mother was a southern woman made of stern stuff , like your Aunt Gladys.
Going Gently gives me a hug every day , every single day
Anon ….i lost my parents in the early 2000s. Jewish parents with big hearts. I love big hearted people. Like John, and Gladys and Mrs trellis, and Linda and Jason and the animals
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Lee
Anon, I am so sorry about your loss….such a horrible time …..sending you my best, my best thoughts , my support
DeleteLee…you have been a darling recently
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