BLOG REWORK

Hello I know this blog is in dire need. Trying to find time , and internet access regularly, and the mental capacity to rework. Please read and if you are interested you can contact me at rainemarlowegraves@gmail.com or if you are in England, via mobile at 07517 350936 Thank you. Be well and be blessed.

LOST

England, Why do you wish to punish us? We love you. We love your people and your rulers. We love the land: made for daytime, green, cow-spotted, misty. Rain-drenched and forced to sleep wherever the day (or night) takes us, we still sing your praises and dance with your fairies. Tea by the tonnes, biscuits uncountable, and the sonorous chanting of the football mad blokes who crowd the overflowing pubs we pass in our attempts to while the hours until dark. Ah, but England in the dark- it's shades of shimmery mantis, backlit artichoke, glowing emerald, denatured- momentarily flavescent - slithering into the camouflage of army and finally menacing corbeau. Every ghost and goblin tale runs through your head and you are sure there are beautiful, but evil witches snuzzled in the trees with their eyes following every move - waiting for your eyes to close...will we be the latest addition to the stories of fear and menace?

LOVE

I would like to rain blessings on you all. Everyone who complains about their partner, their parents, their children, their job, etc.; for you do not know how good you may have it. If you need good luck, I wish you the very, very best; if you are happy, I say look around and see what you are thankful for, because if you have a roof over your head, food in your fridge, electricity, heat, hot water, material possessions you are luckier than you know. I have intimate knowledge of this paradigm, not of my own volition, mind you, but a sort of enforced place to live in the universe; hungry, cold, wet, sobbing, slipping, falling, despairing. The Home Office has RUINED our lives - my husband, my medical assistance dog are so very beaten. WE have hoped and prayed, waited and played the game, begged, pleaded - for what purpose? They have destroyed us - after losing tragically 5 family members, losing our homes, losing our possessions - they cared not, took their time and tore apart our honest words, ignored my health and the well being of 3 (including poor Boo) guests in their country who want nothing more than to live our lives here, (because we love this country and its people1) the lives we have now made after 8 years in England - we want to work, to be with our friends, enjoy the fact that while wishing our entire lives to live here - despite what we have been through - what no one should go through. We are now for the 2nd! time made homeless by their actions - or lack of actions. We are giving up, my health has deteriorated, both physical and mental, my husband feels he has PTSD after his treatment by them, my 12 year old! medical dog wants nothing more than to lie down and cuddle up in her own - safe, heated!, home and we all are just so very destroyed. Even having our local MP, Anne Main champion us for so long - it means nothing, NOTHING, to the Home Office. They are responsible for our welfare - they have kept us in limbo for so long, raising our hopes - now they do not care about the damage they have done.