in this case, derby...where i spent five months living in a ywam base in 1999 before leaving for brazil.
memory
earlier on this blog i wrote...
maybe memories are braille to our blind stumblings into the past...bumps which make trials on our maps for our future.
i'm grateful for the bumpiness of these days
for looking forward, looking back
for ambling in fields and quirky bookshops
for reading a book in the sun beside the river derwent to the sound of sheep munching the grass i am lying in
for derbyshire ale in a country pub in hognaston
for silly place names
for old faces
for new connections
tomorrow, chester. and a weekend of celebrating two of my favourite people who happen to be getting married. and to each other, even better.
beating on, into the past and flung to the future, amidst beauty and bumps and braille and ale.
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