From my point of view not from God's it feels unanswered
but I cannot really know.My habits have changed
but my hope is still the same.
Feeling a need to be physically active meant changing my morning reading pen and bible for boots and shoreline.
Stepping out keep going keep trusting keep hoping is that prayer?Knowing a need to write and for dialogue or the morning pages of writing drawing is strong with me.
My financial resources have been dwindling and I have reached into funds I had hoped to leave alone.
I found these first few doodles when looking in the plastic box of bits that I keep my writing course work in -my in tray .It has been full for 2 years on hold awaiting a portable laptop
with a battery that lasted more than a few seconds.
There are these drawing made in Toast as I sat and pondered being on hold sometime early summer.These of passers bye in the crescent opposite:
In another submission on this blog I think I upladed by Barcelona people and the drawing of Kappa band.
So these were made a while ago and I found them as I am revising synopsis and plot plan in the hope of resuming my writing course now that I have a little web book to write and save on whilst drinking tea and point counitng (Weightwatchers style) in cafes.
These next drawings were made at' First Thursday' a poetical evening on the first Thursday of each month in Linghams Heswall:
From this point on it is the jazz musicians that play
at the Ship Hoylake