Introduction

This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Monday, 30 March 2015

Monday Morning _ Easter Week

Good morning,

Last night I went for a walk. I walked down to the bay and walked along the shore, the waves were roaring, I walked all the way along, my usual cycle route, the bay and five mile road were deserted and the cliffs loomed dark in the night, and the ships at anchor glowed on the bay, and I just walked peacefully.
Eventually I came home.

I let the cat stay in my room because he was too comfy to move, so he stayed on the bed, warm, purry, and hogging the covers, no wonder people stay single, sharing the duvet is no fun at all.

But the cat was a great comfort as I had another night of violent nightmares, I do not know where these nightmares are coming from as I haven't been watching horror or even Buffy, the nightmares are mainly about death and murder and violence. Awful.
Anyway, the cat was comforting, but he decided to go at about 3am.

I woke this morning at about 9am, new time, would have been 8am old time, I am still not used to the new time. But I woke to glorious sunshine, and a silent house, because my housemate never came home last night. The cat was getting worried and meowing at our doors.

I have no work this morning, I am supposed to be doing admin, but my garden this afternoon may be cancelled anyway because the bad weather will return later. Grr, I don't want to work over the Easter weekend, but I may have to work on Easter Saturday.

Anyway, I have had breakfast and I am dressed, the bed is made and the windows and curtains are open, my music books are ready, and I may make the most of this brief good weather before the bad weather comes back by biking down to the bay.

Well, this time next week, the Great Walk will have started. Hopefully I will be several hours into the walk by this time, and reaching point one of a four point first day. £55 was pledged over the weekend.

The Great Walk:

It surprises people,
worries some,
I walk 70 miles,
alone,

the terrain is rugged,
but stunning,
I walk quietly and think
and remember,

But why?
Well, to repay,
to help people,
to try to replace my inability to love
with compassion for others,

I walk because I need time out,
a change,
a holiday, 
but most of all to help others 
and show compassion.

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