Enjoying life in the wilderness with my lady,in spirit now. Cheryl passed away 1-31-22. Exactly 11 years to the day when I joined Boomers. We met that year and had the most amazing 11 years of our life together.
and sharing the journey of our days with friends here on Boomers. meeting here in the old chat room. We were very happy and thankful and blessed for the love we found. Most of my friends know the story, so if you are new to our porch, just ask...ken
I’m just pondering -The voice of the spiritual connection between humans and spirits in heaven. Cheryl and I can still talk just fine, in the spirit. We have conversations every day. It’s our love manafested in spirit form.Now that’s truly “amazing grace“ The Greek definition of grace is "The Divine inspiration upon the heart, and the evidence of it in the life"
TURN ON'S
Living a dream come true with Cheryl, She is in Heaven now,but we still talk every day
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue.
If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own;
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone.
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things, I'm finding,
Are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there..
Lonely tree was growing among hot sands of dead desert. Prickly sands covered the Wood. The Sun mercilessly burned its bark. But the Tree kept on living in spite of all. One day a Hawk flew over the desert. The Hawk saw the Tree and sat on its branch. He looked around the desert and said: — You are a strange Tree, why do you keep on living among these dead hot sands? Who needs it? — You, — the Tree answered. — Me? — the Hawk was surprised. — I don‘t need you. — But if not me, — the Tree told, — you would have to sit on the hot sand instead of my branches. If not me, someone, seeing you sitting on the tree alone, would say that nobody needs you, too and would ask you what you live for. Sitting on my branches you, Hawk, think that I need you. The Hawk thought about it and had to agree with the Tree. If there was no Tree, the hawk would feel himself alone and useless among this vast desert
