I know why the caged bird sings.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,


Behind this Wenchy who rose again are an army of kids who sometimes literally picked her off the floor…

… a close group of friends and family who supported, loved, laughed, cried and faithfully promised to bury those who trespass against her in an apple orchard.

Most importantly, a life filled with people who humbly recognise their own humility, forgave her as they hope to be forgiven for the silly things they do,  keeping no record of wrongs, and provided comfort to her …. eventually a man came who gave her hope again… on a mountain top where you could see forever.

…. and a God who holds it all in the palm of his hand.


I wish I could say I don’t depend on anyone,  but that not true and not who I am.

I depend on dozens for countless many different things, on so many levels and in layers. Emotionally, practically, physically,  mentally,  financially and psychologically.

I’ll never walk alone, which means you will never walk alone.

I wish you enough,

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