Friday, 25 October 2013

A simpler kindlier naive and more loving world

Had a gentle evening last night.
went with two courteous colleagues to see
Laurel and Hardy..thinking about it
the name doesn't suggest stardom ,but
that of an old gents tailors where you get made to measure
any cloth you like in an old fashioned
oak wood shop with mirrors and a smell of cotton

We started out in an atmospheric pub that had these qualities
I tried to remember Michael Macintyre's name.
trying to relate on some freeing level that
the Yorkshire man who said'not for me'
when he saw the comic flounce and bounce onto the stage
was not to his 'entertain me lad' liking.

Mostly I want the gentle family atmosphere
the Laurel n Hardy old suits and ties to fiddle with
because they are silly is a sort of reassuring place of the older
mum n dad.We enjoyed that the lower floor of
Royal Court was pleasing to Jimmy Rae and I
felt like an ocean liner.

I think we are a bit fluish and the darkness
is getting to me too.Dehydrated I think but for water
would have loved another pint last night but denied myself same
as sometimes you know you want the equilibrium
of a gentler sobriety to remain
whilst the conducive flavour of the beer
would have been fab.Just knew a sniffle n a
headiness meant clarity would be preferable lest I sink .

My morning this morning is one of looking around
 and whilst being able to see
that the exhibitions and folding and removing of furniture is heading me
towards simplicity I must address the question
how to return to that creative new beginning.

Hence the intentionality of the headin.
 simpler kindlier naive and more loving world

one for me to rest in step intio produce from and wander safely in
inclusive ofg those who will be conduvie sharing appreciative and entertaining
By which I mean I with kindly world applause and encouragement might
nurture freedom for their self expression and a growth in my understanding and appreciatipon
of all of life(God's) nuances.

To see the stripped back box cartoon so well engineered for Laurel and Hardy's 2d yet 3d ness
was fab.The story line at a sort of basic line drawn by say Mel Calman
relationship and boys in a girl's ruled world.The safety were the girlfriend is more of your mum.
Yes the two men like Morecombe and Wise are children like John to his Yoko

What is missing from the relational politic is the reconcialiation of these seeming opposites.The girls need to get out to play too.i.e. with the boys in their escape.Probably the problem with any boy based 'lodge'.

Oh for Honolulu but let the wives be the dancers.

and forget the lodge rules about boys only.

Some day needs to be today.
I may live alone and yes I may find peace but the comfort of that girl I love
well like my faith it is the Eden and simplificartion I truly seek
I love my paintings of Stones that have been rolled into minimal monuments to the flowing moment in the light
I love the doves with their blues shadows showing the sky can land too and the simple materials of zink and wood and lino and mositen paper and colours with which to print.Only the print rooms have so far shown that boys and girl can liev to play affectioantely and meditatively together.But no music and dance.For my lyrics take up far less room that my framed pictures scupltures etc.

So off now to take car for MOT see how today unfolds.Gently I hope.

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Creativity and the insidious accumulative-ness of embracing change.

Loved last night.There was a jungle theme.One poem was about town at night being full of people caricatured for their carnal nature and pheromones etc as animals.My book and postcard had elephant and various other zoo animals in it.Simon narrated the real experience in the Palin -like adventure of being chased by orang utan. At Amici a word that I have used in an unrecorded song  representing the name of my daughter and that of the girl ( I have missed for some time now) merged.Last night Simon was clever in the shift in his voice to make a very definite aside( like a 'to camera' of Eric Morecambe -a here in the room aware of narrator to  listener.Gerry beside me who hadn't remembered his ear n ades thought the articulate nature of Simon's annunciation very special.Heard every word so clearly so well pronounced 'a great reading voice' Oh and the jungle theme again Gerry by request/demand did 'king of the swingers' and given that Simon's tale was that of seeking to escape a mother orangutan with biscuit and banana throwing well.

Any road.Whilst writing songs and decluttering ironing has been building up and up and although large pieces of furniture and equipment have gone out I can see little mounds of things appearing like boils in the recent joyful emptiness 'space I had known for a short while.I am up early and will start drawing out a mural at 9.30.Philip Brown also added to the Amici animal theme.He narrated a poem about an hippopotamus by T.S.Elliot and even 3 a'peth a foot hand that she put two and two together and saw the Slinky's link. Marko introduced me to sleep I think.Wanting to make an essay or book out of last nights revelry has been inspired by the wonderful exciting adventure story that Simon had shared.I want to see the St.Francis film at URC tonight that Micky Schroder has arranged so I must get some rest I will set the alarm for 8 I think.Amen

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

Inviting change-being accessible to 'power'

What have  learned?
What am I learning?

The accessible to power bit comes from
Carlos Castaneda's Journey to Ixtlan
where I found some very interesting ideas
that shows that we live inside a description
some of which like the evolution of
tea strainer n loose leaves to tea bag
can be improved upon.

Being accessible to power
is being accessible to the author
I feel.

i.e the Holy Spirit's life giving purpose full
insights and letting the neural grooves
of bad habits.Ones perhaps that people take as necessary
under the law and trapped in the flesh as St Paul
might say.

Life coaching is one of the things I am learning
to be adjusted by and informed by.I look at the balance wheel of
how the time rolls on through core beliefs
family food shelter friends fulfilment spiritual meaningfulness playfulness.
And this all upon the road of actions relatings of myself to my brother my joining wirral ukelele fanatics for playing bass in church or my seeking to provide an income by providing services  murals portraits
seeing david today to go for a mutual shave and hair cut in a place where i can share a meaningful space with him....

I have produced a new page for facebook and found I had by tinkering flirting with an idea produced a fourth page.

Think of a cross or clock face a face G for grow on the forehead at twelve oclock
where Jesus crown of thorns is KING of the Jews.God's goal the salvation of his people Jews and Gentiles
Goals then the R on the right hand thief side the left eye of your face on the right in the mirror or seeming to be on the right when you look at another R for reality with one thief it was doubt yet the other belief respond positively or react negatively the nailed hand Jesus left we see it to the right as He faces us.Rituals are neural grooves and ruts but righteousness from God can change that reality .Our reality includes affirmation change and reason to believe.Then Christ's feet where Options and our mouth are.So twelve oclock was G for goals
three oclock was the Realisation of a more positive affrimative hopeful reasoned rearrangement in alignment with core values reponse.Now though out mouth come options O at six oclock where Mary becomes mother to a new son throough jesus blessings from Jesus on the cross of growth the tree of life we may have the sacrament from the wine and the bread of Genesis.The berries and the then to the Way the thief that turned to Jesus to ask to be with him in paradise.when what whom will you become well back to the goals of Jesus face containing all these things and His cross too.Be like Him .When asap where here n now how by changing becoming accessible to change through the Holy Spirit. at the centre of Christ's face the breath at the centre of our's too.At the centre of Christ's cross the heart too...the way is upwards.

remembering     mother here is your son
son here is your mother

and what you do or do not do for the least of one of these you do or do not do for Jesus God Holy Spirit.

What am I learning well I am learning to throw things away to compartmentalize a little but fluidly.
Whilst another might feel to label me inconsistent with their ways of doing things....God will forgive their 'not knowing' as He has forgiven us and suggested the empowering flux of transforming Love on His terms  'forgiveness which we must not too rigorously feel we can put away in a box or compartmentalize when we will get around to it .It is change it is the cross it is the purposeful grow model of God.The raison de etre of Christ's sacrifice.Scary face.......

So resources then .Not wanting to through Jesus nor the gift of life out with the baptismal water as I clear the flat of debris and seek to get the currency of sociable and contented cleansed home into a living state of 'well' being water of life unclung to back to open sharing system instead of neurotic rut back to the God given gratitude of good eating fruit walking ironing perhaps learning sharing being ....clean water in bath water out ..good thing in good things out   ...manna ate when given....nothing stagnant not buried but shared acted upon steeping out risks taken freshness then for my walk around the lake ..breakfast oranges and day with David amen

p.s. i am finding that i do not turn into salt when I view places i used to work and be...i am seeing that they have been salted and are a resource for me to share the sense i make of them i seek to enjoy their loveliness and reveal it .India at Bluecoat....old things refreshed and skills improved upon and enjoyed ...sesnse made of who I was and still am following Christ's celaing up and work each day upon my tune of being...I am being retuned.Now which page of face book...there are four.G JIM Fleming a person like the manyR Jim the artist the need for an income so work may be the w of grow? Becoming oneslef in christ being the main Goal or final major project.Reality of being the heasrtist as an affirmative Christ heart firstintention.R Gifts yet to discover the coaching is the option I coach myself and share the tools on this one and speak of my hearts leanring.then the W proper to be like a child 'PLAYful me' an invitation for other to do so too.Be a child of christ .Doing so now foreve will bring us to who we are being transformed into.Both the slef we were given and the human univserally blessed 'least of one of these''

If you are one who like to tidy up and refresh reorder make lists and use a metronome of clarity to presesnt your ordered thourtght a real gift in my opinion wath the baptismal water s you let it all flow through that no good thing is watsed but please do mirror this back more tidily for it came for a good place ...this place there is no other on world God's amen

Sunday, 25 August 2013

Well it sort of worked

The morning started with the imperative to de clutter.
Well I managed to fill a box of books and a satchel of clothes then of to church and
played bass with Micky.Overheard him say he wanted a bag of rags for an earth event for churches together at St Bridgets.So came home and did a ton of ironing and looted the hot tank and filled another bag of clothes sheets etc for Micky to turn into rags.Also washed the bedding and changed the bed.Had a sleep and took the bag to church after a sleep.Also washed the soap trays  with a kettle of boiling water.Also used the tube I siphon the fish tank to further suck/siphon the tray and the seal of the washing machine and span and rinsed the washer.So a cleaner more functional machine.SO then practicing what I preached to myself.
John just prayed with me.Bit tearful again about the self employed singlehood I live with.But Colin's sermons this morning and this evening have added such a message of hope that I am so grateful for the support of faith.God only knows where others turn.Have to believe he does amen.

Saturday, 24 August 2013

I MUST PRACTISE WHAT I PREACH.Currrency and currentness of ongoing significant advice.

There is no escaping it.Even I I do not like routines nevertheless if Isuggest taking actions on set goals then I must do so. Heh if a scientist or proactive believer in change transformation 'evolution'  writes for himself the GOAL 'declutter for clarity of thought and then frames the advice on the wall or in the notes he puts for others on the blackboard and then buries the blackboard in a clutter of other expression or leans the adviceon the skirting board and then put books other pictures and projects all over it .Then the strategy is one of 'catch other trains of thought carry and bring home more baggage and never create room for it.More succinct: 'go stuff yourself with more self'.So got up intending to write the goal ,but more importantly I MADE A START.Outside the door of my flat is a bin and a box.Some books to oxfam some paper matter for the grey bin.You eventually have to get to the w the WAY when what who where the why not do it NOW noW of the groW model.So perhaps you like I can say of yourself to yourself.(Dylan said gonna give myself a good talkin to).Best of luck and more importantly the amen of God's love for each of us.'God will help me with this so long as I make a start'.Amen

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Needs must carry on

And so I put my faith in Jesus
and I needs must carry on
the seeming chaos and confusion
would like to snare me
suggesting all my hope is gone
and yet I know despite
all the missing things
still before me is the goal.

Though others feel that I'm deluded
there's such love within my soul
so choices then well here today
I might evangelize
yet imperative I draw in town
that's where my future lies
I go in search of clips to hole
 the paper to the board
two other they are hid from me
and I cannot penetrate this hoard.

Yet forgiven by my father
I must go and purchase more
for to be amongst my neighbours painting is
exactly God made me for.
I'll have a simple breakfast
and I will walk around God's pond.

And I'll have a bath
within I'll laugh and then I may record this song
Each day there may be challenges.
Today I'm out to paint
I'll sieve the world that interests me
its in that I have my fate.
The children play in Liverpool
and miss the greater part
the architecture around the courts
that's where I'll make a start

This was once my married stomping ground
Regian House India Buildings Liver Buildings and I
I once did see the Mersey mist seem to be a fallen sky
I watched it wander up the street towards the old town hall
a cumulous nimbus casting shadows on the road and on the wall
it past before the sailor's church where Dooley's sculpture
of carpenter Joseph rid his mount and the anchor in the altar
stirs in my heart without a doubt

Some comfort I did get in prayer that led to Norma and Robert and 'Aims'
a brother to sweet Jesus had my own label that of James
so with Jesus in me working the J the I the M
John Mayall and Joni Mitchel John Moores and M and M
I dream again of Liverpool my heart lies there somewhere
I'm looking for clips to hold me down
to where my soul survives somewhere

it isn't in the cathedrals nor Hope street not anymore
and no its not in James street leading me to India building
great hall.And it isn't in Spinney house not now where
Fsaser advertising lay nor in the now invisible Henderson's
where I as Comi chef did play and it isn't in the
Bluecoat etched bedside my freinds '
warm hearts..maybe somewhere on Lime street
which is greater than the sum of its parts
its in the concerts and railway lines
the hopes and memories
it beating here within me I'll let it out that you might share and see.

I etched fond plates in the Bluecoat
and I carried warm ads to the Echo one time
they came from Palatine in Seel street
and I walked miles of town once uponus atime
from  bombed out church top of Bold street
i watched big issue sellers' prayers ascending
through the bombed out roof
where I just sang my song
a song about Emmanuel from a day in Chester time
and if a whale came in through your bathtap then
these where bubbles in God's bath

So I turn my eyes to Jesus
wash my feet lord
I'm here to make some marks
take me where you want me to the light and through the dark
help me splash the paper with the love in tearful eyes
its not my world nor our world
it is yours
for your love is so much more.

Thursday, 25 July 2013

the entrance to heaven

Said to and old freiend Steve Whitby who I hadn't spent time properly with for something like thirty years that I think we are all trying to 'return to Eden' to that place before the fall.I hoped and prayed and I beleive that faith in Jesus is that he has restored our position to God,and of course as Iwrite I must always be aware that my small attempts to express share reach into God is both listened to being edited by and honed transformed continuously by the intentionality outside myself His authority authorship of the character person of my seeming 'me'If i am to be enthusiastic I must realise that whilst it is somehow I that is singing the collaged song lyrics of my sense my making sense 'of' being and having been for 61 years.Yet I am in God en theo and have always been so.Dr.Franck quoted making reference to a likeness between my
author and 'I '

The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me.Yet whilst that is cute reassuring and points out that my limited perception is still a gift and that the ye and nerve end data capture and heart felt intuitive comprehension gestalt etc is the one I have from God and through which he permits my limiting to come to terms infer and realize his UN LIMITEDNESS.

So then The gates of Eden.To kindle the bible of paper cardboard cover open that door or switch it on.
Do I believe in magic or miracle?Does believing magic or miracle it in me through the Holy Spirit.Think you know?

Paying it forward
Shipping news
A love worth giving
The Life you always wanted

films books holiday brochures
the Lord of the Rings
the game of Thrones.

metaphors and parables and paintings
chagall,sendak...where the wild things are.
the sistine chapel
an idyllic holiday
a romantic location to start married life
marriage as metaphor or as asserted marriage of mankind to author
Christ's bride.
yet 4100 denominations
my 'self'' in a graden party with kindly host inviting me on cursillo and life in the spirit course to know Jesus
but then finding the rest of her congreagtion to expect me to join the catholic church and one getting upset even being rude about the inclusion of the word Roman yet not meaning themself universl as catholic I am told means.Jesus died that ALL mankind may reenter that innocence pre the fall and through a tree rooted in Eden and being given to all of us by our Author.And why do I not say father because it seems and is rude to theose hurt by chauvinsitc gender asserted male control freaks of the past.No matter that I have not chosen my gender nor agreeing with these pigs I am culpable and therefor so is God for being limited by the word that is male Father.I will not overly stretch this.manhole cover..person hole cover.An entrance through which not camels but men pass.

I am driven not by my original stream of consciousness  search for the entrance to heaven heaven's entrance to me .Feel I have ben pulled off track away from the Holy of holy or Wholly or wholy by the devel of gender arguments.The devil wants to break communication twixt God and man man and man and woman and man and man and women twixt woman and woman.woman and man.rearrarnge these please for a amillion time until I started off on the foot you hoped I had.Aaaaaugh

So then istead of seeking the gate that the camel's eye is glimpsed at through I am now driven by the commitement to write three pages three morning pages as a kind of 'religious' commitemnt to some endeavour of hope of breaking through to a different level of awareness.This is prayer and I am to persisit .Jesus I am reminded through some refresher course words from the word  for today (yesterday's) that  a woman persistently knocked on the judges door.You have no idea how glad I was with the segui from heaven of finding that it was a woman knocking.Hallelujah.Oh the devils diferentiation mind game is making me weary as a person not as a bloke.Help!belt of truth helmet of salvation sword of the spirit shield of faith breast plate of salvation shoes of gentility

Ephesians 6:17 - And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:

Hebrews 4:12 - For the word of God [is] quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and [is] a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.

2 Timothy 3:16 - All scripture [is] given by inspiration of God, and [is] profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:

Romans 13:4 - For he is the minister of God to thee for good. But if thou do that which is evil, be afraid; for he beareth not the sword in vain: for he is the minister of God, a revenger to [execute] wrath upon him that doeth evil.

So where was I before the spiritual battle took place beyond my comrehesnion intention or will .Oh yeah.Entering the Gates of eden pre fall.I beleive that when I child is born as with recent Royal Baby we can identify and look through the eyes of the child and have no doubt'where is the love' for it is all around us in the reality of parents grandparents safe environs warmth rest and protection this is heaven.We try to get back there all of our live by finding and affording the right airline ticket even gathering points of merit through the good dee of purchasing at the right store.So that we can be free and safe with family yet also wandering amongst trees with the hotel management nearby changing our room for us or being in the open with others by musical pop concert or glamping.Somewhere like Assisi where the food grows on trees and we have echoes of St Francis innocnece and life to reflect upon.Or we can enter through Chagalls love story with Bella.Or by becoming a creative artisit to paint others into our searched for planet jim the world of our own that would be selfish t keep for ourselves.yet its maintenancance depends on love and on kindness an upon God;s cherishing that hope in me.Enogh for today enough of my alonesess.Today the weathe ris mild and I have a commission of a modest seemingly crumbling home of a young enthusistic couple and their baby a house that because my watercolur eyes seee with affection will be a home not an old building which in contrast to the neighbour's needs reparier work but a quant and lovely backdrop they flow with.Hallelujah.And for my part I have tried to use those things I used to teach to enhance a neglected valuable hardbacked book with love so as to encourgae meditation by surrounding it with a pop up crafted enthusoasm to give it the aura of God's love,amen

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

a prayerful prosperity plan

it is the new tax year and \i have some goals
1.write a letter to Shirley Hughes who i would like to talk to and draw in London
as i got frustrated by the weather at Christmas I want a second trip and it would be wonderful to meet this successful artist and draw London as I had hoped.
2.A haircut today at 2.45
3.MOT on Thursday at 9 a.m if needs be i will seek to afford a new car
4.I have the tax return profit statement to do for 2012/13
5. The last assignment for the prosperous heart book is that i should make a prosperity plan
6.noting that I still have not accomplished assignment 8 of my children's writing course I have this in mind
7.Music again i would like to recommit to playing piano and yes it would be good to do grade 1
8.Studying and reading and reflecting upon Tove Janssonn
9.Finishing things the trompel'eiol and other works around my lounge.
10.Sculpture oils and story boards.I feel close to Tove.i was born on an island.I long to write picture books.her father was a sculptor.we both have a need to paint and travel and write.

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

I have set out my oil paints for the first time in years

So then a panel from my trompe l'oeil sits on the easel.
I have not painted in oils for years.An yet it is the most
plasticene and affectionate use of light offering all kinds of
illusions,allusions and affection caresses of life projected
and remembered.

today I hope to get the text from the powerpoint
and narrate it onto the youtube clip I seek to make
and link for the friends who are playing the charactors
in the stone soup tale on sunday

I am typing my morning pages today,because it feels
and seems and is more sociable.the hot water is on for my dishes.
I was so pleased with Michael palin and his diary keeping
and love of life and visiting old friends that I think I will do
 my best to let these become my own core values.

Romantcally I love the searle and Francois and Chagall
 model of drawing and wrttine journal although here
 I am projecting onto them.I wish to imute to them that as
 they drew they also wrote.I have I feel seen evidence of this.
I know that Chagall wrote a biogrphy and have read articles by Searle.

Frederick franck is to my mind the one who has given me the notion
 of an illustrative journalist and there is something about the Tintin
 reporter that speaks of herge's real talent and Tove jansonn's
projections are peronal diary entries too,Dylan celarly inspired by
Woody does the same >and ther is plenty evidence of both
 his and joni Mitchell's drawings and lyrices relating to each other loosely.

I see that Steve and I step aside and confront Sunnets with different attitudes.
They should represent sout sea islands and freedom.Yet if I do not have the south sea island they are like a shop window or a holiday brochure teasing me with a flashy ad at the end of the day and questioning why I have.nt the bank balance to take meself oss the where the sun is moving on to shine.Why in stead of wathing thte sunset can I not just go follow it.The horizon belong to the gypsy in me,I pompously ponder being an artist if i cannot see the loveliness where i am instead of being pulled off track by that is Christ's star not horoscopes and flashy page three that garishishly calls to my own you can see the equivalent i look at the crass lack of subtlely that burns your eyes out..

heho the devil likes me angry but god says enjoy the flowers I gave you.The fruit in the basket beside you the piano before you.If you are going to chase dreams jimmy then do it with my help and somedaytime sunsets of that heart of your.Why rename you itf you do not embrace and listen to your heartist leanings and meanings .it is a prayer afet all.Put Christ's heart compassionate towards Steve never patronising .he sees fro the eyes i gave him and you see through the eyes i gave you.Did I learn nothing from frederick franck they ill be able to draw like and fredrick draw the way God shos you. Amen

Monday, 11 March 2013

panning for GOLD

Woke early.What do Michael Palin, Miranda Hart, Enid Blyton and Herge have in common?well they are all heroes.My heroes.Claske franck died on my son's birthday and she had apparently had a stroke a couple of months ago.Probably at the same time as my brother.Though my brother is younger by 20 or so years, the vulnerability and reverence for life that kicked me in the heart has to wake me up to sharing and removing barriers.The facebook page has to remain public and I must become more circumspect on behalf of others when writing there,but not to share is to remove whatever point God was making when He caused it to be created.Like the Roman Roads and the willfulnessof Henry the Eighth monster that he was ,we must allow changes to rigid barriers to God and neighbour to be removed. So then sieving for GOLD.On the cover of Deliverence by Jimmy Rae we see a man I think panning for Gold.And two very significant locations relating to my son recently have been River Cottage and The Lock Keeper's house in Chester.Why? Well at the first was the marriage of my son and the first time we have played together as a family of musicians.Heart of Gold by Neil Young.In Chester we celebrated my son's 31st birthday.Little did I know that on 7th March 2013 my beloved -no one more meaningful in my life-Claske 'passed away'.

Pacem in Terris new York is on the Waywayanda(?) River  and I recall they had a sort of new year ritual of floating a boat and burning the ? past or some such.Sort of the opposite of sieving or is it?

Any way watching Michael Palin last night as he revisited the owner of a Dow(boat) 20 years on and realizing that this may be the last time he sees him.I thought of how Claske left a message on my answer phone last year when I was 60.Frederick did not quite make a 100 either.Any way

'the thing is.....' If you sieve your heroes ,what is it that makes them gold.In Michael's case reverence for people.He knows both how to win friends and influence people.His hero Passerpartout Jules creation from Around the World in 80 days.It was during John Haynes Life Coaching Course that i was invited to sieve my heroes.The idea is to find your 'core'(heart) values...'mining then for hearts of gold'.By looking at your heroes qualities you find your own empathies.Miranda Hart doesn't swear .Well not as a feature.And like Michael Palin I feel she reminds me of the children and ethos of Enid Blyton's creative children in books like The Naughtiest Girl in School.Thinkers,carers,creatives..watching John Gorman and singing Lily the Pink with him
..a bit like looking out from a heroes eyes.Karaoke is a way of sieving in the stream of the music.Herge too revisited his friend and collaborator a Chninese gentleman.And I just remembered bernard leach also had an oriental colleague too.Miranda has been playing a part in Call the Midwife and I think the writer of these books and director of these films should be raised high too.Heroes and t.v. gold.For each story line has had a bout three woven tales -always related and genius of compassion in their enactment.Her work on I'm Not Going Out with the equally courteous Lee Mack exemplifies this ability to be clever ,intelligent yet humble and without swearing.I am impressed.

I want to make my goals consistent with my core vales .Want to wrtie like Enid Blyton and realize charactors
with qualities and take my compassionate eyes around the world as Palin and Dr Franck did.And heh I like the way Michale speaks of Helen his wife,Frederick and Claske were companions on the journey and hopefully leanr to see the neck of the guitar and amplifiers with my son's quality observations..I want to live I want to give I've been a minoer for a heart of Gold .Its these expressions I never give that keep me searching for a heart of Gold and I am reminded by Neil Young   ..'getting old.. amen

Monday, 28 January 2013

So I am going in via morning pages so as to not have to look at the adverts when I upload.Fortunately whatever it is that has happened does not effect how my face book page appears to you.It is only on my machine.Found this when John and I looked at it on his laptop.So then today I will finish the sixth of the eight drawings for the new mugs.During the week I will work on their colour layers and seek the research I will need for the Hilbre island mug and the second Liverpool Waterfont one.I maytake a ferry ride and use the panporama aspect of my Samsung Ace.I am now into my fourth week of the prosperous heart book course and it is about CLEANING HOUSE.Interstingly illustrated by these facebook unwanted ads.Perhaps when finances permit I will get the ipad I promised myself and rid myself of this old laptop that doesn't want to do wifi although kittted up for also has a sad old battery that is expensive to replace.The watchword if to remove'clutter' It is always good wehn I spring clean any time of year.The emptying brings  huge infilling of the creatice comic cosmic awesome Holy Spirit breath of life.Two big goals this year to PLAY OUT i.e write some songs and do open mike ...brave yes!  I can be and will be! and to do assignment eight which will probably be a comic strip if Izzy Pop the detective.Any way want five minutes of stillness and some piano playing and maybe a little tidying before i cath my 77 bus so ...that all folks!!!!!!!!!!.There and not one advert intrusion.I will come see what it looks like now..though as i said these ads do not appear if you go on my page.You propserous blessed ones. Less clutter more clarity =prosperity you were not even aware of perhaps?