Lie Down You Might Be Tired …. Lie Down It Might Be Your Miracle

“Our stories come from our lives and from the playwright’s pen, the mind of the actor, the roles we create, the artistry of life itself and the quest for peace.” – Maya Angelou

My favourite poet and an apt quote, Maya.
In this pandemic when the playwrights pen seems to write in permanent ink worse news everyday.

When there seems to be no light in the darkness and we all feel as though we are drowning just below the surface of the water; unable to make that final pull to achieve that breath we so desperately need.

In these times of fear, trepidation, anxiety, panic.
In this pandemic which has turned the world upside down and inside out.

We do all seek one thing, peace.
Peace for ourselves, our loved ones.
Peace for strangers losing family and friends daily.. minute by minute some by second.

It does feel as though we are actors on a stage. The play a horror story a nightmare that feels there will be no happy ending.

The only thing I can say during this time, if you have a loved one who is terribly ill.
Who won’t recover and be the same.

If you are praying for a miracle, for healing, for life, for God to just restore your love.

Remember that sometimes that miracle, that healing and restoration is leaving this earth to spend forever with God.
Healthy, happy and waiting for you to join them in eternity.

Jojo b musings

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Dozer Needs Your Vote – A Big Dog In A Little Body

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Yip I have a lot of names my slaves call me!


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Love
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Still So Apt But I Am Finally Ready: My Darling … Yet To Discover

Turning 38 and thank goodness genetically blessed from both folks physically and with youthful looks (knees now do feel the rain coming though 🙂 ), seems like a good time to repost these words I wrote in the middle of a game farm under a star filled African sky next to a mesmerising fire.

I was full of hope and yet I guess whilst the words were straight from the bottom of this heart, I don’t think I was quite ready to be … discovered let alone discover someone and give them my all.

I am ready now…. BUT not ready to discover just anybody. He must be my soulmate and best friend, my forever one, the man who loves me when I am no longer youthful looking but still blessed with the same kind heart and sense of humour ( perhaps with less wits about me but still witty) …because I know that I am capable of; and want that soul quenching, inner beauty loving…forever happiness.

If you asked me what I wanted my darling a thousand times over it would be the same thing,
I want a life filled with adventure, never letting the mundane and boring become a part of who we are,
My love, I want to explore the earth: in its entirety,  every last crevice of you, the earth, the oceans and each little thing that the moon shines upon and my love, I want to explore this with you …

Darling if you had to ask me what would make my heart happy and what would make my soul come alive I would tell you this;

Take my heart and hold it in your hand as though it was the very thing that keeps you alive,
Guard it and guide it,
Treat it with the utmost and gentle care, but never allow it to grow tired and still,


As my heart sweet darling needs to be touched and whispered to: so that your heart too, beats with the fire of a thousand African sunsets.


My love if you want to know the secret to hearing my laughter erupting from the depths of my very soul just know the answer lies in allowing me to be me,
for my love, my beauty lies not in the colour of my eyes nor the shape of my lips but rather in the way I live;
to feel free and alive;
And laughter, my love, is the way my heart sings, it allows you to pen lyrics to the sweetest melody your ears have yet to hear.

My darling if you want to know how to make your arms my safe haven then simply do this –
Treat me my sweet sweet darling as though I were the most special and incredible gift;
hold me in your arms, unwrap each layer that encases my body, heart and soul

BUT

Do this with care my darling as the rarest gifts need to be opened slowly and patiently in order to truly appreciate what lies inside the gilded paper,

My love, the answers to most of the questions your mind yearns to know are simple:
For darling  they are the very questions you have had the answer to, since the beginning of your mortal time.