grey wednesday

so here it is wednesday cold grey and chill but with paradise in my head that doesnt matter.Shaman came round to the cafe yesterday

hes working in the waiting room at the moment.

Unlike most of us he faces death everyday.Unlike those lucky enough to be in hospices, the great majority of old people die with pain often unrelieved,

in places staffed by underpaid and overworked people .Full of fear there are few people around them that can help, ease the spiritual anguish, or quieten the aprehension at what awaits them after the waiting room.

At night those fears rise to the surface.At night no family or friends visit,

and the night air is rent with the wails and wanderings of these souls.

So an hour or two at the cafe,laughing at the pantomime,following alleys of the mind,helps us all.