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Geof Spavins Apr 6
Sweet lure in the air,
Gentle touch wins eager wings,
Kindness draws them close.

As wings are drawn, hands extend

Warm hands reaching out,
Broken hearts begin to mend,
Kindness heals the soul.

A tender warmth spreads outward

A ripple of warmth,
Softly spreads through endless streams,
Kindness lights the way.

And in the light, words fall softly

Gentle words cascade,
Soft rain on a thirsty field,
Kindness breathes new life.

Life finds bridges in open hands

A hand softly held,
Bridges built in quiet care,
Kindness mends the world.

Under a mended sky, stars glow

Stars guide weary souls,
Kindness shines, a steadfast light,
In darkness, it glows.

Each glow, a spark ignites anew

Each act of kindness,
A small spark igniting hope,
Fires warming the cold.

Kindness, a soft spark,
Igniting hope through the dark,
Mends hearts, lights the way.
Geof Spavins Apr 6
A Sunday afternoon unfolds, soft and unhurried, like a ribbon untied. Malbec, velvet and dark, spilling its whispers into the glass.

The film begins, its story weaving, a tapestry of shadows and light. Characters speak of love, loss, and the ache of dreams unfound; their words mirrored in crimson ripples.

Each sip a revelation, smooth as silk, each scene a moment etched in time. The wine hums of distant vines, of lands kissed by sun and shadow, where laughter mingles with the soil.

Outside, the world hums faintly, but here, a stillness lingers, sacred, a communion of story and sip. A Sunday framed in simplicity, wrapped in the richness of Malbec’s embrace. And so you linger—until the credits roll.

And then...
Geof Spavins Apr 6
The first salad of the season— a whisper of renewal on the tongue. Tender leaves, new-born and green, crisp with secrets of earth awoken.

Cucumber slices cool as spring rain, tomatoes blushing with sunrise hues, a drizzle of olive oil weaving through, like a stream winding in sunlight.

Each bite holds a promise, a fragile hymn to fleeting freshness, a reminder that seasons turn, and with them, we grow anew.

So here’s to your first salad, to the bloom of brighter days ahead, to the joy of savouring life’s simplest, sweetest gifts.
Geof Spavins Apr 5
Words and sword, both sharp and keen,
Their letters intertwined, unseen.
One forged in fire, steel and might,
The other born from thoughts in flight.

A sword can pierce the flesh and bone,
Its damage plain, its pain well-known.
But words can cut much deeper still,
Invisible wounds that time can't heal.

A careless word, a thoughtless jest,
Can scar the heart, disturb the rest.
Its echoes linger, haunting dreams,
A silent cry, a muffled scream.

Yet words can also heal and mend,
A soothing balm, a loyal friend.
They lift us up, they make us strong,
A gentle touch, a heartfelt song.

So wield your words with mindful care,
For they possess a power rare.
Choose kindness, let your heart be true,
And brighten someone's world anew.

A sword may rust, its edge may dull,
But words endure, their impact full.
They shape our lives, our paths they chart,
For words and swords both touch the heart.
Headline - Girl, 14, died after being told to ‘**** herself’ in cyber-bullying campaign!
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Our History
Megan was a fun, lively vivacious child with the whole world ahead of her, but she was bullied, both verbally and online.  Consequently, Meg suffered mental health issues, and at the tender age of just 14, not able to cope any longer, she took her own life. As parents we did not know any of this was happening, we were left utterly devastated...
Geof Spavins Apr 4
In the quietness of the night, I wake,
To an empty space where you once lay.
Your touch, your laughter, our shared jokes,
Echo softly in my heart, where love still stays.

Two years have passed, yet time can't erase,
The warmth of your presence, the light of your grace.
Though fewer tears now fill my eyes,
Your memory lingers, like stars in the skies.

In the quiet moments of the day,
I hear your voice, though far away.
Your laughter, your smile, your gentle touch,
Are memories I hold, and miss so much.

Life continues, as it must,
But in my soul, there's a quiet trust.
That love endures beyond the veil,
In every whisper, in every tale.

The days we spent, the dreams we shared,
In my heart, they're always there.
Though time moves on, and seasons change,
Our love remains, never estranged.

I miss you deeply, yet I find,
In cherished moments, you're still entwined.
In the rustle of leaves, in the song of birds,
I find comfort in your unspoken words.

At dawn and dusk, in the gentle breeze,
Your spirit lives on, bringing me peace.
Though you're gone, you're never far,
Your memory shines, like a guiding star.

In every moment, in every breath,
You live on, beyond life's death.
How quickly 2 years have passed - I still miss my old lady
Geof Spavins Apr 3
1 Corinthians 10:31 (NIV) says:
"So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."

I do it all for the glory of God,
Through every step, on this path I trod.
In moments of joy, and times of strife,
I seek His guidance, in this life.

For every ache, and every pain,
I find solace in His name.
With faith as my anchor, and hope as my guide,
I walk with Him, by my side.

In the quiet of the night,
In dawn's first light,
I lift my heart, raise my voice,
In His love, I rejoice.

Through trials faced, and victories won,
I give thanks to the Holy One.
For in His grace, I find my strength,
To carry on, at any length.

I do it all for the glory of God,
With every breath, and every nod.
In His light, I find my way,
And in His love, I choose to stay.
My Verse of the day today inspired this
Geof Spavins Apr 2
Dancing on the edge of death,  
where the air tastes like fire,  
and shadows stretch long against the fading light.  

Each step defies the weight of gravity,  
a rebellion against silence.  
The wind murmurs secrets,  
but I refuse to listen,  
too lost in the spinning, the leaping,  
the delicate balance between falling and flight.  

Flames brush close,  
a fleeting warmth,  
but never a burn.  
Ice kisses the edge of my fingertips,  
a promise of stillness,  
yet I twirl past it,  
a refusal to be caught.  

Time splinters into fragments,  
moments scattering like glass on the floor.  
Each shard catches the light—  
brief, radiant,  
a fleeting glimpse of eternity.  

There is no partner here,  
only the rhythm of my own heartbeat,  
steady, resolute,  
guiding my motion through the abyss.  

I dance where the line blurs,  
where every ending hides a beginning.  
The edge is narrow,  
sharp,  
but it holds me still.  

Breathing in the infinite,  
I step forward again,  
dancing not for fear,  
but for the freedom found  
in each defiant motion.
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