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From the feedback I received from some readers I’ve realized that one of the favorite posts on this blog was “My Name is Clooney”. While it would seem to be a slight to my writing ability that a guest post, the only one not written by me, is the post that I hear the most positive feedback about; there’s no offense taken. In fact, I’ve taken the hint and decided to give a little insight into Clooney’s absolutely favorite place to visit in Portsmouth. Since Clooney lacks in finger dexterity and is still complaining about soreness from painstakingly typing out his last post, I’ll take dictation on this one! Now, just imagine the following description from a slightly taller than yours’ truly, grey haired gentleman with a fading Georgian accent recounting the following:

I’ve often heard and have come to believe that God is Love and therefore Love is God. Fortunately for us all, human constraints like the concept of scarcity don’t apply to his Spiritual dimension. I was delighted to find when I held my niece and then newborn nephew just days later, plenty of additional love simply manifested out of thin air.

It certainly can be easy to take modern conveniences like public education and transportation, the communication network, or even the availability of different employment options for granted. In fact, I suspect most of us enjoy these benefits with little thought to the fact that until just 32 years ago it was legal to refuse access to many based upon their disability.

What an experience that was almost 25 years ago to visit that terrain. While I’m not a veteran who knows firsthand the horrors of war, I certainly appreciate the sacrifices that have been made by those valiant generations who’ve fought for all of us. There has to be some kind of spiritual connection to the past to explain the strength of emotion that I felt that day, regardless, I’m reminded to remember the experience with gratitude.