Black boxes have captured me - as they have so many others.
I am wondering just how 'they' decide where to send me. Not that I am complaining at all, I have been places that I formerly wouldn't have dared to go...
This morning I found myself on a squeeky clean site - run by an American Pastor's wife......I left a message. I wonder, if she visits here, if she feels welcome, daunted or confugilated.
I hope it's the former.
Death is somewhere we can all meet up...it's a net we can't escape from. No button marked 'out' or 'backspace'.
Just buttons marked 'chance', 'dare', 'choices', 'opportunities' and 'friendship'.
All the buttons determine how we live towards death.
The vicar's wife will have her own ideas as to what happens next. You also may have a vision.
Faith, vision, hope. More than this?
A promise that you'll meet Daena and get over the bridge? Heaven? Re-Birth?
What is out there and why do you think you'll go there and where and who will you be meeting up with?
When is just - for most of us at least, too dificult a question to be asking!