The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.

Life, sometimes so wearying is worth its weight in gold the experience of traveling lends a wisdom that is old.

Laugh often friends tho' passing years bring, sometimes, smiles and, sometimes, tears, for mirth forever warms and cheers. Laugh often!

The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.

If Home is where the heart is then may your Home be blessed . . .

Yet still the time:- 'It's so nice to come home'.

I believe in miracles . . . prayers that are answered and healing hands.