i did not wake up with a stream of thoughts today
i made a card
well printed a selected image out for Lynne
whose birthday it is tomorrow and was nearly today
on the response to the video about eduction on facebook
she and george had watched there was mention
that her choice of birth was nearly today
i think i confused my friend simon with the wording of my pain on facebook
too he was ever so kind as to reassure me that his
encouragement is sincere and it is and i am so grateful for
his and others kindness and i know it is meant and ..........
you see it is just that i seek change more than i seek me
and what i have been able to do is wonderful and so no i have not been 'flattered but appreciated for something that is second nature to draw in a loose and sometime precise thread
yet how i long to dive into the piano pool and start to draw in the melody and wade and splash in the colour chords leaving no trace except the shared joy of my own astonishment
it is the only shared art other than say a garden allotment or building thought the builders are so rarely seen as authors now as the one who did the drawings gets the crdit a bit like applauding the conductor oh to be in the orchestra pit playing a passgae that flows into the see of others plaful joy one day one day one day oh
the car was from a loosely made watercolour paperfoldy sort of birthday present to myself a few years ago
i have no need most of the time for precision as my samll life is in an ocean of immortality that satrted before my birth and goes on always immeasurabley except by the vast author beyond mind or measure
it was of a girl at window with watering can watering window box
i had put on it littel flower happy birthday and it echoed the cheerfulness i would seek to broadcast and to Lynne i made mention of Elaine Hughes exhibition in staacks as it is the most cheerful show i have ever seen
so fan heater on
goldfish fed
slightly itchy nose as if i have been dusting but seel the end of a cold
i look to my left and i have placed the zen of seeing there oh frederick would that you were alive and well and then in heaven you may well be i can only pray and do lord gOD IN HUGE Gratitude
the book is spontaneous beautifully adudibly should that be legibly so what!
hand written audible to any heart with eyes and what is the point of a blind heartt?
none?
oh
i was low and am still climbing out i will be hopeful and i shall play
i pray for the gift yet do not want it like some magic spell though perhaps belieif is magic it is certainly in God's givendescription the only spell belief
belief is the only encouragement any life coaching has in its bag to share and i can only pray for goody bags to give away
shall i write beleief on lots of pieces of paper and get some bags to put it in and give them out for my birthday sorely temptd
i would need to write it lots of times and fill each bag with 60 slips of beleief mad art happening would i simply need to share the idea
it is thrursday and whilst i am going for my friday walk today with george
i am also due to do my weekly morning pages check in and my artists date that i do each week so what to achieve today
well i have a hygeinist appointment and i am aware that i have not invited everyone via facebook to my birthday
as not everyone is as yet on this friendliest of postal services that ever existed never was ther a more inclusive christian tool for samaritan style neighbourliness than this why you can hear a neighbours p[assing though on the right of the screen as you listen and type your own global village marshall mcluhan prophesised whne global mind gets ever nerer global classsrom shop playgourns work area not alone
i will make chai tea and have porridge
that is waht i will do
checking in mwith my morning pages questionaire then
as my daily alarm goes off
i have sustained morning pages each day
sometimes i simply poured out sorrow
and becauuse i share my illegible screed i get compassionate and kindly responses through facbook
worka holism sabotageing the artist dat not sure possobly definitely wanted to complete my work for the current to flow to anable other things i suppose
synchronicity yes simon was perfectly timed to infuse some cheer when i broke my heart/mind on the rocks of musical disappointment with my lesson not being up to scratch unable to do simple things iether i worry too much or not nenough check mated by seeming cruel judgements that i could not in any way find any encouragement in at all
issues significant for recovery only down arrows it felt like the devil will blow out any attempt at lighting a flame of graitude joy encouragemtnendeavour keep on keeping on hopefulness i have been living that psalm that asks why and then concludes i will beleieve
i am in god's hands and any kind neighbours and within me is an unstoppable seed of fith that will find sunlight will be watered will seek to encourage and will walk sing hope dance even if feebly
if a thing it worth doiun g is worth atattemptin over and obver aeven if it means falling over and no even if i am not encouraged i will find courage and spit in the devil's face as i find it their in the hurt that attempts to say god will not enable your hopes to be watered and sustained because that is what who why god is to be creative to create the miracle that unfold sthe hope i will exemplify for and because of the goodness i have at times recieved.
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
to flow with the river of life lovingly
this is the answer i woke up asking for
i asked myself what is it i want
what would be a perfst day?
i thought of why write
why seek to play piano if it is hard
why want to walk
swim talk play for people be with people
read good books?
who are my heroes ?
some answers to these ripples in the river
i warm to enid blyton as her charactors are doing this
river they are a children's parliament of fairness shared
good to think of her in touch with piano and garden and education
and asneilll summerhill type thought
i admire the warmth of her books
tove jansonn spent a lot of time alone on an island in her imagination and rippled on the shore with lovely crearues of thought sreating less is more images
my frined simon dives into the piano and swims with both hands through the notes splashing out chords that mange to lift the melody with passing notes found mostly in the right hand as he thinks in not thirds and seconds but the ful series of intervals 234567 and finds these with the chord inversion in his left completed by the righ holding the first not his left the thumb mostly on the third his first finger in the 5th and his little finger of his right this is on the octave
this is to flow and ripple witht hte lyrics magiaclly joyflly and wonderfully alive babs n i were listening to a friend we wanted to be like as he played we were freed
ed last night no doubt as roadie to his drummer daughte laura will have with many other rippled along too to kappa whoi has found his way into the river and reveals it joyfully as does jimmy with song hopefully happily loved accepted and joyfully a whole village of shared communuino and companionship the bread being shared being the food that jesus lived off the water being offered the mann that is in the moment and cannot be stored up
i too had sucha concert in watching thought revealled through interview
i was not happy with ruby wax's self clever grins to camera no she was not eric morecombe nor funny as
she falsely slyly befreinded emelda marcos and getting her to perform it was an exposee of false innocencence i think ruby thought she was showing it was really an unkind child with a self deluded child seeking to amuse the rest of the children and invite theri cruel judgement
yet perhaps the order of the programmin with frost interviewing interviewers and reviewing interviews and technique followed by a wonderful frank skinner monoguing freely to a sympathetic raiser of only a handful of invites more of a kindly blog with freinds help a good coaching session or counsellingone perhaps but flowing
ruby's flowed poinsonously with purpose then to reveal an undercurrent of truth and so
what do i want when will i know i have it and will joy pour throughme
are we not al i feel exactly like emelda wanting security of love and financial security to know god will provide we want more
more ability more successful lessons more wow i did not think that i could do that
to amaze be amazed be encriched to flow well and to share and share in the provision of freedom encouraged courageuos getting on with it trusting and ready to accept i am not the author of this someone god is like john mayall enid blyton canned heat dylan singing a flowing nautre tune writing a wonderful scriot introducing us to worth while and relevent other people parts of the flow that will help us to know that yes you will write childrens book that will encourage and celebrate your grand daughter that thought the years grow in number childlike joyfulness and celebration will bring carnival and sharing on the edge or in the heart of the allotted allotment the river the wonderful good tree of life that as klee says we get to transform what we took in at the roots into gold fruit mined for at the crown the white haired crown oh the river that manages like neil young to strike the passing harmonic notes thrillingly as he is a minor for a heart of gold though he's getting old and that well on the hill where james and earth moving paestry maker carole king let it be you got a friend oh now watch her play that piano to i feel the erath move under my feet
so i will work on the map of the farm today i will go once watercoloured to slinky's were kindly people might pass comment as i risk spending on a cup of tea and pen in lots of falilies at play in the collage of sandpit raod animal s greenhouses food stores and trees good to hear that annabell enjoys birthdays here and knows cat n mat lif'es collage is happier for me when their are stories in the picture i lived john mayalls albums because of his girlfriends names and the many ways in he had to the river via harmonic keyboard guitar album sleeve artwok and childhood tree house and the tree of musicians flletwood mac came through as did clapton as did cream as di d all kind of othe fusions of souls seeking to express their musica riffing heart pumping bas n drum journey of reahced for nots and bubbled evenings of ccompanionship reveries and mountain top stone soup sharing
frank said of the old rolling stones someone should tell them to do it at home whilst he admired individual commedians who died on stage tommy cooper i feel i should like to not die on my own pretending to be jesus and thinking now the world will see how wonderful i was and am no i would prefer that we went to heaven together on the love forgiveness and singing with both frank skinner and imenelad innocent and childlike written by enid blyton into mutual understaning in an allotment of hopefulness omega three brain fed note noticing reveries where as dennis potter pointed out the blossomness of th blossoms is wonderful aaaah this shared wonderfil river of try try tyr again never never never never give up so then today inch by inch the farm map so i can then layer by layer take it back to canvas for them to play with and alos a few noted with observations to hopefully play well or badly momentarly satisfying so that one day i do grade one piano why because i want ot belong and be like the other children in class who managed to get there so that inevitably i can swop instrument encourage others and have the flow in an around me of mutually encouraged people who are amazed by the fredom of sharing and the nurturing of mutual kindness hopefulness ame lord god
i asked myself what is it i want
what would be a perfst day?
i thought of why write
why seek to play piano if it is hard
why want to walk
swim talk play for people be with people
read good books?
who are my heroes ?
some answers to these ripples in the river
i warm to enid blyton as her charactors are doing this
river they are a children's parliament of fairness shared
good to think of her in touch with piano and garden and education
and asneilll summerhill type thought
i admire the warmth of her books
tove jansonn spent a lot of time alone on an island in her imagination and rippled on the shore with lovely crearues of thought sreating less is more images
my frined simon dives into the piano and swims with both hands through the notes splashing out chords that mange to lift the melody with passing notes found mostly in the right hand as he thinks in not thirds and seconds but the ful series of intervals 234567 and finds these with the chord inversion in his left completed by the righ holding the first not his left the thumb mostly on the third his first finger in the 5th and his little finger of his right this is on the octave
this is to flow and ripple witht hte lyrics magiaclly joyflly and wonderfully alive babs n i were listening to a friend we wanted to be like as he played we were freed
ed last night no doubt as roadie to his drummer daughte laura will have with many other rippled along too to kappa whoi has found his way into the river and reveals it joyfully as does jimmy with song hopefully happily loved accepted and joyfully a whole village of shared communuino and companionship the bread being shared being the food that jesus lived off the water being offered the mann that is in the moment and cannot be stored up
i too had sucha concert in watching thought revealled through interview
i was not happy with ruby wax's self clever grins to camera no she was not eric morecombe nor funny as
she falsely slyly befreinded emelda marcos and getting her to perform it was an exposee of false innocencence i think ruby thought she was showing it was really an unkind child with a self deluded child seeking to amuse the rest of the children and invite theri cruel judgement
yet perhaps the order of the programmin with frost interviewing interviewers and reviewing interviews and technique followed by a wonderful frank skinner monoguing freely to a sympathetic raiser of only a handful of invites more of a kindly blog with freinds help a good coaching session or counsellingone perhaps but flowing
ruby's flowed poinsonously with purpose then to reveal an undercurrent of truth and so
what do i want when will i know i have it and will joy pour throughme
are we not al i feel exactly like emelda wanting security of love and financial security to know god will provide we want more
more ability more successful lessons more wow i did not think that i could do that
to amaze be amazed be encriched to flow well and to share and share in the provision of freedom encouraged courageuos getting on with it trusting and ready to accept i am not the author of this someone god is like john mayall enid blyton canned heat dylan singing a flowing nautre tune writing a wonderful scriot introducing us to worth while and relevent other people parts of the flow that will help us to know that yes you will write childrens book that will encourage and celebrate your grand daughter that thought the years grow in number childlike joyfulness and celebration will bring carnival and sharing on the edge or in the heart of the allotted allotment the river the wonderful good tree of life that as klee says we get to transform what we took in at the roots into gold fruit mined for at the crown the white haired crown oh the river that manages like neil young to strike the passing harmonic notes thrillingly as he is a minor for a heart of gold though he's getting old and that well on the hill where james and earth moving paestry maker carole king let it be you got a friend oh now watch her play that piano to i feel the erath move under my feet
so i will work on the map of the farm today i will go once watercoloured to slinky's were kindly people might pass comment as i risk spending on a cup of tea and pen in lots of falilies at play in the collage of sandpit raod animal s greenhouses food stores and trees good to hear that annabell enjoys birthdays here and knows cat n mat lif'es collage is happier for me when their are stories in the picture i lived john mayalls albums because of his girlfriends names and the many ways in he had to the river via harmonic keyboard guitar album sleeve artwok and childhood tree house and the tree of musicians flletwood mac came through as did clapton as did cream as di d all kind of othe fusions of souls seeking to express their musica riffing heart pumping bas n drum journey of reahced for nots and bubbled evenings of ccompanionship reveries and mountain top stone soup sharing
frank said of the old rolling stones someone should tell them to do it at home whilst he admired individual commedians who died on stage tommy cooper i feel i should like to not die on my own pretending to be jesus and thinking now the world will see how wonderful i was and am no i would prefer that we went to heaven together on the love forgiveness and singing with both frank skinner and imenelad innocent and childlike written by enid blyton into mutual understaning in an allotment of hopefulness omega three brain fed note noticing reveries where as dennis potter pointed out the blossomness of th blossoms is wonderful aaaah this shared wonderfil river of try try tyr again never never never never give up so then today inch by inch the farm map so i can then layer by layer take it back to canvas for them to play with and alos a few noted with observations to hopefully play well or badly momentarly satisfying so that one day i do grade one piano why because i want ot belong and be like the other children in class who managed to get there so that inevitably i can swop instrument encourage others and have the flow in an around me of mutually encouraged people who are amazed by the fredom of sharing and the nurturing of mutual kindness hopefulness ame lord god
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
compellingness compulsion intentionality goals core values or Holy Spirit?
just awoke from a film i mean dream
with what i feel to be an positive outcome
i had been in a rather large office aware that it went on to my left behind me I was viewing down right at empty metal cabinet and pairs of tables with white wood dividers only about say five items of furnture
two lads though i was aware others were responding to them to i never had in view
one
both dressed differently both tall
were jumping sliding enjoying the space and seeing what they could do withit as if a gymn or outdoors
large movements
clearly the office was in transition of some kind and i was not overly concerned threatened nor frightened yet not comfortable with it they continue until having found a couple of footballs they began flying everywhere though i was aware not to exagerate but accept somehow none judgementally but i felt awkward
eventually having gathered several footballs and whilst holding a bin of footballs i
decdied to say something as i supposed for me personally it was now out of hand
i said that will do lads and to my delight then and relief thay relinquished the last balls and i i felt graciously watched them nod politely resolved to give it up and leave therir grace brought a reponse from me i felt come out and comforted me perhaps more than bothering changing or wahtever them
i said
'i have to admit i have been most entertained' it was said without cynicism thoughts of control one upmanship but with genuine relief and yet truthfully and i beleive it came out that way and i had
i wathced a sermon impluse talk by jane howcroft recently who had lost sleep
she wanted to stir up help for the friday youth group
danny too cannot be at my birthday because he will be helping young people bond through outdoor pursuits
i have been seeking to encourage more mature trapped people people bored with their jobs or stuck with an old newspaper to play and through setting up with simon my gifts yet to discover life coaching hope to bring about help the river of change to flow
a young man from youth for christ spoke from the bible of the river at differeing depths and how we should go in be emersed deep and surrendr to the flow of the holy spirit
some girl criticesed kappa a self centred i hope i encouraged hom as i mentioned the one from jesus home town who would not listen and so he responded with prophets are not listen to in theplace of their birth
out there flowing part of the currency of changed informed by the core values of all we admire and with an unexpected copmelling current of something yet we must not be cajoled too far out of our soulfulnness yet neither should we cling to a false comfort zone eggs in one basket and all that income streams flowing to purpose and the fruition of the shared tree of life
i think of hugh fearnley wittensatll like jamie oliver tuning to the scientist to verify three chickes one corn fed one large shed too many birds and one free to enjy garss and insects only this last one had the 80% omega three needed for our brains seems a healthy meat is a river for a helathy feeding of people who too need varity and out thereness not stcuckety stuck cluckety cluck stickness of mindless control
i have put myself down for another dance evening a place were the tutor is kindly encouraging even affectionate and my colleague patient and courteous too
i am pursuing the music of both hands and learning through micromovements of change i am
changing my habits and practisding instead of coffee mornings and i am trying to do a good job of the farm map fro my clients and having done the painting want to desconstrut it nd place it layers for multi prpose transformation to give them more conmtrol
my motivation and stirring caring is openly informed by julia cameron's book the artist way which is for writers waht i beleive the zen of seeing by dr frederick franck is was will always funstion as a wonderful teaching of fransican seeking to see and understand throught the meditaion of drawing as opposed to sketching whcih has clumsiness connotations although i beleive if a thing is worth doing it is worth doing badly seeing is really a sensititised worthy thing to do we either see tenderly the mark we make line we follow in awe like the sense of our own touching or it is the tracing in wonder of the eyees awareness of all that is wondering how to be captured by the suchness sketching has the arrogance of i feel saying loudly wilfully controlling ly 'artist'
wearing a badge way of scrawling knowing that we will use the excuse for the image it is only a skethc after all
it is a trace of your very being whether bad or good let the ego be realised and then transcended says frederick
have i reached pay dirt have i satisfied my wanting to do this course am i on track reaching deeper getting into tune am i ready to write as i was with seeing the drawings appear and the playfulness of the clay in my hands the miracle of me and rob when i was 32 and he two of being given a new beginnining because of norma liberating me birthing me into a hope of being an artist eb=ven a writer for that was the real hit with thetre sets and ceramics there was roberts company and words and curiosity and my writing aa piece on brecht that got from the tutor an 'i will use the essay for my lecture until the day i retire'
oh for more of the joy of knowing i was in and swimming part of academic and avante garde being alive
spike milligan john mayall rolnald searle and others had been taken back to school for the freedom th eden that this heart of mine/theirs least of one of these sought
with what i feel to be an positive outcome
i had been in a rather large office aware that it went on to my left behind me I was viewing down right at empty metal cabinet and pairs of tables with white wood dividers only about say five items of furnture
two lads though i was aware others were responding to them to i never had in view
one
both dressed differently both tall
were jumping sliding enjoying the space and seeing what they could do withit as if a gymn or outdoors
large movements
clearly the office was in transition of some kind and i was not overly concerned threatened nor frightened yet not comfortable with it they continue until having found a couple of footballs they began flying everywhere though i was aware not to exagerate but accept somehow none judgementally but i felt awkward
eventually having gathered several footballs and whilst holding a bin of footballs i
decdied to say something as i supposed for me personally it was now out of hand
i said that will do lads and to my delight then and relief thay relinquished the last balls and i i felt graciously watched them nod politely resolved to give it up and leave therir grace brought a reponse from me i felt come out and comforted me perhaps more than bothering changing or wahtever them
i said
'i have to admit i have been most entertained' it was said without cynicism thoughts of control one upmanship but with genuine relief and yet truthfully and i beleive it came out that way and i had
i wathced a sermon impluse talk by jane howcroft recently who had lost sleep
she wanted to stir up help for the friday youth group
danny too cannot be at my birthday because he will be helping young people bond through outdoor pursuits
i have been seeking to encourage more mature trapped people people bored with their jobs or stuck with an old newspaper to play and through setting up with simon my gifts yet to discover life coaching hope to bring about help the river of change to flow
a young man from youth for christ spoke from the bible of the river at differeing depths and how we should go in be emersed deep and surrendr to the flow of the holy spirit
some girl criticesed kappa a self centred i hope i encouraged hom as i mentioned the one from jesus home town who would not listen and so he responded with prophets are not listen to in theplace of their birth
out there flowing part of the currency of changed informed by the core values of all we admire and with an unexpected copmelling current of something yet we must not be cajoled too far out of our soulfulnness yet neither should we cling to a false comfort zone eggs in one basket and all that income streams flowing to purpose and the fruition of the shared tree of life
i think of hugh fearnley wittensatll like jamie oliver tuning to the scientist to verify three chickes one corn fed one large shed too many birds and one free to enjy garss and insects only this last one had the 80% omega three needed for our brains seems a healthy meat is a river for a helathy feeding of people who too need varity and out thereness not stcuckety stuck cluckety cluck stickness of mindless control
i have put myself down for another dance evening a place were the tutor is kindly encouraging even affectionate and my colleague patient and courteous too
i am pursuing the music of both hands and learning through micromovements of change i am
changing my habits and practisding instead of coffee mornings and i am trying to do a good job of the farm map fro my clients and having done the painting want to desconstrut it nd place it layers for multi prpose transformation to give them more conmtrol
my motivation and stirring caring is openly informed by julia cameron's book the artist way which is for writers waht i beleive the zen of seeing by dr frederick franck is was will always funstion as a wonderful teaching of fransican seeking to see and understand throught the meditaion of drawing as opposed to sketching whcih has clumsiness connotations although i beleive if a thing is worth doing it is worth doing badly seeing is really a sensititised worthy thing to do we either see tenderly the mark we make line we follow in awe like the sense of our own touching or it is the tracing in wonder of the eyees awareness of all that is wondering how to be captured by the suchness sketching has the arrogance of i feel saying loudly wilfully controlling ly 'artist'
wearing a badge way of scrawling knowing that we will use the excuse for the image it is only a skethc after all
it is a trace of your very being whether bad or good let the ego be realised and then transcended says frederick
have i reached pay dirt have i satisfied my wanting to do this course am i on track reaching deeper getting into tune am i ready to write as i was with seeing the drawings appear and the playfulness of the clay in my hands the miracle of me and rob when i was 32 and he two of being given a new beginnining because of norma liberating me birthing me into a hope of being an artist eb=ven a writer for that was the real hit with thetre sets and ceramics there was roberts company and words and curiosity and my writing aa piece on brecht that got from the tutor an 'i will use the essay for my lecture until the day i retire'
oh for more of the joy of knowing i was in and swimming part of academic and avante garde being alive
spike milligan john mayall rolnald searle and others had been taken back to school for the freedom th eden that this heart of mine/theirs least of one of these sought
Monday, 12 March 2012
o that fresh n bubbly marvellousness
of finding out its spring
the sparrows like me am excited
like sqeeky pyloystyrene bobbles rubbed on glass
outside they are filling the hedgerows of these edwardian terraces
and are so busy being the glass twixt them n i is auraaly trasparent
i will find my own glasses so i can see the out of sync sounds i am promoting my joy with on this creen
o i love life
i love those i miss
because in my wonderfilled eyes and heart imaginatio and memory they are a big part of this joy yet no cannot shuffle them physically conjure them with a phonecall to release them from sheds n lougnings to draw play out walk draw do stuuf be printmaker humerist i will get my specs n then dive back intothis potential river waste deep in y sharingh pouring out of waleful aethetic of \\\\\\\\god.s enlivening hopefulness holy spirit the watch on my rist lives through arthurs purchasing and my movement and God' excitement for my stimulated mutli sesnory modern ever increasingly new life and liveliness
give me the positive river of gadgets new chirds surorising tunes come dine with me but in concert not contest
The steps
1.in a perfect world i would be a musician and travelling journmalist an artist with a shared studio and typewriters or some such for written creativity and purpose and i am
2.one concrete goal that isgnals to me its accomplishement-this goal on an emotional level signals true north a home garden and performance play area a pacem in terris. A fillable exhibition performance space of sharing and joy deep with stories and music and flowers and for the poor to be made rich by our sharing
3.in a perfect wolrd i would like to be surrounded by my family in five years sliding down a snowy mountain or foing to a wonderful concert and reading izzy pop book with my band performing my songs and theirs
4, to move closer i will dance write learn more of music and perform live and create dreams and illustrate playfully and listen to others encourage them and be encouraged by them i will excersice dance feel my way have lots of kindly teachers and verify them in their kindliness
5 list my dream
draw a series of images playfully sincerely of this world which i will ravel read about explore fro every aesthetic wakeful angle a new language music played on piano and perhaps other instrument clarinet violin whoever there is to teach me and to share
i will be artis and am it means child of god a student of his provision opening my heart to his vast creative potential and river of trutful none worryment
pefect nurturing woill enable me to produce books of izzy pop thrillers as she awakens the dirk gently ramotswe investigation of new life and i will read these book find myself in a sunnny garden once more drawing all there is to draw god's vast range of peoples faces their movement their city countryside of joy and work i will fly like an angel seeing all in its reaktionshoips god has brough about my fingers will find the notes of the related left and right bass notes and sparrow flight starling nebolousness of wonder i will be carried along like philip giving to all what god provides me to midwife for them to discover in the gift he has already given them amen
a role model is john mayal mixed with frederick franck mixed with enid blyton mixed with ronald searle and mozart and mitchell and bon dylan and hugh fearnely wittenstall as it is my son's and i will fly and see and be and god will be in all i do and he will enable me to speak other languages and dissapear into hios wonderful humility as the seeing of it all tranlsated into forms for man to read his will more flently playfylly nbeyond words drawing music into theri psynaesthesis synthesis associative joy and fruition of all who he has fes my soul woth by their mutual concert of kindness never forgotten
an actio plan
5 years leanring more of music and developing income streams and travel journalism and takin part in drawing exhibitions article writing submusssion of chilrdens books towards a home in italy or .............
3 years make drawing and etching and distribute my drawings and prints on internet and by locating galleires whilst sustainignpiano treaining and band belonging toness writing and illustrating and promoting childrens books and start to daraw the dancing and the fluid connection twixt all these forms of being
1 year this year i am now 60 i will revisit southport liverpool chester london and fill folders of drawing and fill the internet with print and produce etching and drypoint and write wrtie write and play piano pino piano and perform talk perorm play be walk dance dance dance
one month this month a map a mural a party a sharing caring getting involved booking a holiday a sending off a n izzy pop tax return n assignement 8 by end of april
one week a 60th birthday party a map of a farm a walk a harmonica playin a gospel sharing a piano lesson
now choose an action first hing piano practice is my first chosen action after breakfast
3.new childhood a page of fantasy childhood would inliude horse riding piano practice and an art school and drawing in paris
I am in paris i have met a lovely charming young lady and we both love playing piano she is kind and we both tnecourage each other there are dance lessons we both book them she and i both help our parent in the garen in the garage in the shops perhaps my dad is a cloclk maker or builder of marvellous inventions a leonardo da vinci who goes abroad to london a lot and i have a show of my drawing of my love and our family orchard and i draw people working thay do not may me any hed and i enjoy french cuisine and am known in her dad's restaurant for a facilkity for omelelttes and egge cooking and fo baking and they invie me encourage me and train me so i am a chef at first and she love me and whilst ahead of me on piano is surprised as i am by my creative intuitive leaps of faith as i wirite a song on the piano and illustrat it and we go to a market bring back lots of ingredeitns i bought from the sale of my drawing o her and we give the church a meal and a dance we bitht trust and love and embrace our friends and they teahc us and we sahere with them hoew to dance and the colkurful matisse picasso world offers me an old stable where i make things and my fatyehr encourges me and shows me tinguely and take me to see a performance of calders wire curcus and me and my girl creat out own dance called stone soup and we open a daance school for dances you v=never do twice buit from ingredeints we regularly reinvent as we head up a mount by cezanne into a world were we talk fresha more musical thrilling spiling language and we m]=employ those who have gone unnoticed and repair their hurts by sharing our love of jesus life creator coach of gifts of new possinbility and acceptance and outdoroor outreach joy
how to reparent my self in this direction practice piano perform what i am able to
create with what i have
reachdeep and remove messiness for clarity of less is more sharing caring live performance musical joy
i can and will draw a lot and play my piano and build on tunes i know and know them by heart
i will know by heart
core values goals and breathiung will be one vast prayerful infusion to my soul
3
i am cadmium yellow as fleshy soft and taste ful like custard tart and the huour and sunshine theat pours into it and from it vanilla ai am from madagascar fresh aromtic and infused with eden it slef
i painted my bathroom yellow and i will build a wooden side for my bath and get my pictures out of the flat and into group shw and i will pour my body into ariplanes and walk and pratice my piano all the time i will get one of those roll up pianos like toms to travel with me and i wil go to cafes to write out any wonderfuelled romantioc thought and i will write review study literature for quality of expresion and share a bigger perception of god to unlimit percetion of his and no i will not call god sciences as it is too impersonal and offers only academic hope of ceritifacated false authorship i will speek of the soul of god and how it is the very breath of the creative fruitgarend of wonder and draw paint play it
4
five things i am not allowed to do
skinny dip
pick public flowers
kiss all the lovely girls
give sermon
put a roof on the cresecent
flyt to paris and spend all the money i have
ignroe the tax return
help myself to cakes
get drunk
smoke big cigar
take a plane to barbados
write it draw it paint it dance it now
THESE ARE ALL IDEAS FROM THE END OF week 8 recovering a sense of strength
i will have to print he page with 4-8 as they are big in expectation and creative action
requiring i dance paint and are about ideal days
just now i will make breakfast
i will scan and print the page 148 of artists way
i will practise piano and then go for a walk and then i will go to dee and finish the map of the farm
the sparrows like me am excited
like sqeeky pyloystyrene bobbles rubbed on glass
outside they are filling the hedgerows of these edwardian terraces
and are so busy being the glass twixt them n i is auraaly trasparent
i will find my own glasses so i can see the out of sync sounds i am promoting my joy with on this creen
o i love life
i love those i miss
because in my wonderfilled eyes and heart imaginatio and memory they are a big part of this joy yet no cannot shuffle them physically conjure them with a phonecall to release them from sheds n lougnings to draw play out walk draw do stuuf be printmaker humerist i will get my specs n then dive back intothis potential river waste deep in y sharingh pouring out of waleful aethetic of \\\\\\\\god.s enlivening hopefulness holy spirit the watch on my rist lives through arthurs purchasing and my movement and God' excitement for my stimulated mutli sesnory modern ever increasingly new life and liveliness
give me the positive river of gadgets new chirds surorising tunes come dine with me but in concert not contest
The steps
1.in a perfect world i would be a musician and travelling journmalist an artist with a shared studio and typewriters or some such for written creativity and purpose and i am
2.one concrete goal that isgnals to me its accomplishement-this goal on an emotional level signals true north a home garden and performance play area a pacem in terris. A fillable exhibition performance space of sharing and joy deep with stories and music and flowers and for the poor to be made rich by our sharing
3.in a perfect wolrd i would like to be surrounded by my family in five years sliding down a snowy mountain or foing to a wonderful concert and reading izzy pop book with my band performing my songs and theirs
4, to move closer i will dance write learn more of music and perform live and create dreams and illustrate playfully and listen to others encourage them and be encouraged by them i will excersice dance feel my way have lots of kindly teachers and verify them in their kindliness
5 list my dream
draw a series of images playfully sincerely of this world which i will ravel read about explore fro every aesthetic wakeful angle a new language music played on piano and perhaps other instrument clarinet violin whoever there is to teach me and to share
i will be artis and am it means child of god a student of his provision opening my heart to his vast creative potential and river of trutful none worryment
pefect nurturing woill enable me to produce books of izzy pop thrillers as she awakens the dirk gently ramotswe investigation of new life and i will read these book find myself in a sunnny garden once more drawing all there is to draw god's vast range of peoples faces their movement their city countryside of joy and work i will fly like an angel seeing all in its reaktionshoips god has brough about my fingers will find the notes of the related left and right bass notes and sparrow flight starling nebolousness of wonder i will be carried along like philip giving to all what god provides me to midwife for them to discover in the gift he has already given them amen
a role model is john mayal mixed with frederick franck mixed with enid blyton mixed with ronald searle and mozart and mitchell and bon dylan and hugh fearnely wittenstall as it is my son's and i will fly and see and be and god will be in all i do and he will enable me to speak other languages and dissapear into hios wonderful humility as the seeing of it all tranlsated into forms for man to read his will more flently playfylly nbeyond words drawing music into theri psynaesthesis synthesis associative joy and fruition of all who he has fes my soul woth by their mutual concert of kindness never forgotten
an actio plan
5 years leanring more of music and developing income streams and travel journalism and takin part in drawing exhibitions article writing submusssion of chilrdens books towards a home in italy or .............
3 years make drawing and etching and distribute my drawings and prints on internet and by locating galleires whilst sustainignpiano treaining and band belonging toness writing and illustrating and promoting childrens books and start to daraw the dancing and the fluid connection twixt all these forms of being
1 year this year i am now 60 i will revisit southport liverpool chester london and fill folders of drawing and fill the internet with print and produce etching and drypoint and write wrtie write and play piano pino piano and perform talk perorm play be walk dance dance dance
one month this month a map a mural a party a sharing caring getting involved booking a holiday a sending off a n izzy pop tax return n assignement 8 by end of april
one week a 60th birthday party a map of a farm a walk a harmonica playin a gospel sharing a piano lesson
now choose an action first hing piano practice is my first chosen action after breakfast
3.new childhood a page of fantasy childhood would inliude horse riding piano practice and an art school and drawing in paris
I am in paris i have met a lovely charming young lady and we both love playing piano she is kind and we both tnecourage each other there are dance lessons we both book them she and i both help our parent in the garen in the garage in the shops perhaps my dad is a cloclk maker or builder of marvellous inventions a leonardo da vinci who goes abroad to london a lot and i have a show of my drawing of my love and our family orchard and i draw people working thay do not may me any hed and i enjoy french cuisine and am known in her dad's restaurant for a facilkity for omelelttes and egge cooking and fo baking and they invie me encourage me and train me so i am a chef at first and she love me and whilst ahead of me on piano is surprised as i am by my creative intuitive leaps of faith as i wirite a song on the piano and illustrat it and we go to a market bring back lots of ingredeitns i bought from the sale of my drawing o her and we give the church a meal and a dance we bitht trust and love and embrace our friends and they teahc us and we sahere with them hoew to dance and the colkurful matisse picasso world offers me an old stable where i make things and my fatyehr encourges me and shows me tinguely and take me to see a performance of calders wire curcus and me and my girl creat out own dance called stone soup and we open a daance school for dances you v=never do twice buit from ingredeints we regularly reinvent as we head up a mount by cezanne into a world were we talk fresha more musical thrilling spiling language and we m]=employ those who have gone unnoticed and repair their hurts by sharing our love of jesus life creator coach of gifts of new possinbility and acceptance and outdoroor outreach joy
how to reparent my self in this direction practice piano perform what i am able to
create with what i have
reachdeep and remove messiness for clarity of less is more sharing caring live performance musical joy
i can and will draw a lot and play my piano and build on tunes i know and know them by heart
i will know by heart
core values goals and breathiung will be one vast prayerful infusion to my soul
3
i am cadmium yellow as fleshy soft and taste ful like custard tart and the huour and sunshine theat pours into it and from it vanilla ai am from madagascar fresh aromtic and infused with eden it slef
i painted my bathroom yellow and i will build a wooden side for my bath and get my pictures out of the flat and into group shw and i will pour my body into ariplanes and walk and pratice my piano all the time i will get one of those roll up pianos like toms to travel with me and i wil go to cafes to write out any wonderfuelled romantioc thought and i will write review study literature for quality of expresion and share a bigger perception of god to unlimit percetion of his and no i will not call god sciences as it is too impersonal and offers only academic hope of ceritifacated false authorship i will speek of the soul of god and how it is the very breath of the creative fruitgarend of wonder and draw paint play it
4
five things i am not allowed to do
skinny dip
pick public flowers
kiss all the lovely girls
give sermon
put a roof on the cresecent
flyt to paris and spend all the money i have
ignroe the tax return
help myself to cakes
get drunk
smoke big cigar
take a plane to barbados
write it draw it paint it dance it now
THESE ARE ALL IDEAS FROM THE END OF week 8 recovering a sense of strength
i will have to print he page with 4-8 as they are big in expectation and creative action
requiring i dance paint and are about ideal days
just now i will make breakfast
i will scan and print the page 148 of artists way
i will practise piano and then go for a walk and then i will go to dee and finish the map of the farm
Sunday, 11 March 2012
settling in
all the way through the dishes this morning
which were different
up ealy
bathwater on routine so far
yet the hands eyes and washing up action
created a secondary unexpected but enjoyable wave
joking with myself as collected of dirty bottomed glass started to make ints way into the appropriate bin
my collection of jars
and the joke from this museum is
that i only need one for my water when painting so why have various picle jam marmite and olive jars some with lids s
make me so proud of my collection
now going in the the bin and when did i save up all these bear glasses will i ever use them
they belong to various beers which are no doubt out of fashion
and whilst all this is going on i was writing and will seek to access the mental marathon of potential morning pages that my fingers busy with silvered magical wiping tyhing scrub at the rings left by so much glass
and are satisfying my eyes that are playing in harmony with the tune of that surface is nearly free of brown circle
blogging at the morning sink
with musical intention competing with the aspiration to learn to write a song play piano learn the necessary to achieve the goal of grade1 one piano or and play spontaneous chords and write songs
and now as i type this that aspirational 'artist'
good thing says julia and i will come through unblocked write about and for izzy pop project a wonderful inquisiteive life for her
she will be dirk genntly and she will be a younger lighter madem ramotswe with the endearingness of my mum and of margartet rutherford and ireneee handle
my hand are drying out fro detergent nad on my rist is arthur muraski's watch
aah yesterday two people spoke to me from their grief a son who had died a sister who had taken her life and me buying wooden angel wings and passing out twice two quoted
angels take themselves lightly because
they take themselves lightly
g.k.chesterton
the gift of complete simplicity
(costing not less than everything)
t.s.elliot
the light yesterday was wonderful
and the farm is taking shape
and my heart and mind are hopeful of that momentary immortality when like frederick franck i am not thinking outside the box but i am out and my hand and all mys senses are etching into the soul of a piece of warm cooking paper the bead of life being flavoured by my being there caring and watching my hand listening with all the suchness succcess of being with my author authoritaive in my comfortable ordinariy extraordeinary freedom of acceoting whtat appears on the sheet blanket bed of my little white milk coloured warm sheet garden of god's now implanted trace of my eyes loving seeing being seeing being love loving beeing seen and seeing love to be the love of been seeing be
ooh thae drawing is like this music it is flowing and i flow with it the cork of my attention
i must have set my phone to wake me as its little insistent alarm is ringing to get me up to go to church to do my morning pages wash my dishes remind me to live and it doesn not know as this watch duplicate of my firend does not know that arthur is dead and i can only pray that he is not but that he is in touch with me as i pray that arthur gee brian beadles and my dad how sad i feel dad that you are more distant than these friends uis it that you died musch ealrier when david told me ai was astonished 26 years was it so i would be in my thritites i am about to be 60
a kind lady said i looked hot
well enough of that i think
time for a cup of chai in my slightly unresolved getting cleaner kitchen
as i paused and sat back i noticed a photo black n white of a sculture
of two people on books thrusting a star up or more truthfully graping reaching for a star
me helping her to get it it is ours it is jesus star
above me in the attic it will be found in bin sacks and it is in two halves that slot together
inpired by the wod carvings of someone who made totems and put them in the williamson
a hypehated name a girl critine moderson becker == no don't rememeber or what was it
i was most amused recently when in an sherlock homes no a poirrot his house keepr tried to remember a name she siad loads and felt it to be ritht yet when they said something quite diffferernt she said thats it
it is 8 and havent had that tea so here i go
yes
the optimistic neural groove of gowth that sapling in me that is as you say hot just remined me to put a different piece of music on so now i am about to play birth of cool by miles davies
it has a joyful business i am back in the 50s befor emy birth it feels
1949 it says so be it then
a sort of chatty scrible lots of soup stirring pan bashing like inside hedersons kitchen woth john warmsley and my mum and my adolescent innocencce in what was then a fresh rebuild of hopefiulness afet a fire
my dad a gifted engineer with younger wife and
her in a modern blue smoked glass setting a lover of elvis he a mature canny lad
i look uo and see a postcard tucked falling behind a box that reminds me that i too am not young as my family are no longer children in a samll holding with doves and oil paintings with me running an easter workshop at crosby hall
first class honours degree robby a young boy and amy brand new and hope in all our hearts for a frederick franck adventure in making the river bed ceramics flow with great joy oh frederick you were making faves whilst i was writing a dissertation on sengai and wetern theatree andw we were differnt poles of the same christ heart r.h. blythe and other wonderful angels who had blogged theri mornign pages of wioonderful st francis christ hearted reconciliation of east and wet and african too
well whilst the pay dirt of my morning pages may still not have been tapped into paleotogocially gug through as layers of semiological meaning and asccoative zen humour ordinariness milligan wimsy oh wel was it whilst i washed the dishes and stareted to work through layers of glass and warm watery thought of being alive
ah there in the backgorund is the rooting for the furture miles we are able to retrospectively enjoy that milenium hight scoring almost blueness oh now we are twelves years in witht the millenium busstar shining in to the aps and adrian henris appenigns still to appen and yet hockney leads the way with the matisse possibilities of painting with a portable pohptshuop lapstop pallete i feel yesterday came in one long one for framing yet david to reintroduce the playful zig zag of steriotoican vision would give it a real naieve seeing zen buzz of blake playfulness
miles riffing is now doing what the album said riffinf yet it has the routinve tide pouring in to spoil the looseness the big banned sound with the sudden kitcheware drum solo aon
oh
bath pinao practice then bass in church then
which were different
up ealy
bathwater on routine so far
yet the hands eyes and washing up action
created a secondary unexpected but enjoyable wave
joking with myself as collected of dirty bottomed glass started to make ints way into the appropriate bin
my collection of jars
and the joke from this museum is
that i only need one for my water when painting so why have various picle jam marmite and olive jars some with lids s
make me so proud of my collection
now going in the the bin and when did i save up all these bear glasses will i ever use them
they belong to various beers which are no doubt out of fashion
and whilst all this is going on i was writing and will seek to access the mental marathon of potential morning pages that my fingers busy with silvered magical wiping tyhing scrub at the rings left by so much glass
and are satisfying my eyes that are playing in harmony with the tune of that surface is nearly free of brown circle
blogging at the morning sink
with musical intention competing with the aspiration to learn to write a song play piano learn the necessary to achieve the goal of grade1 one piano or and play spontaneous chords and write songs
and now as i type this that aspirational 'artist'
good thing says julia and i will come through unblocked write about and for izzy pop project a wonderful inquisiteive life for her
she will be dirk genntly and she will be a younger lighter madem ramotswe with the endearingness of my mum and of margartet rutherford and ireneee handle
my hand are drying out fro detergent nad on my rist is arthur muraski's watch
aah yesterday two people spoke to me from their grief a son who had died a sister who had taken her life and me buying wooden angel wings and passing out twice two quoted
angels take themselves lightly because
they take themselves lightly
g.k.chesterton
the gift of complete simplicity
(costing not less than everything)
t.s.elliot
the light yesterday was wonderful
and the farm is taking shape
and my heart and mind are hopeful of that momentary immortality when like frederick franck i am not thinking outside the box but i am out and my hand and all mys senses are etching into the soul of a piece of warm cooking paper the bead of life being flavoured by my being there caring and watching my hand listening with all the suchness succcess of being with my author authoritaive in my comfortable ordinariy extraordeinary freedom of acceoting whtat appears on the sheet blanket bed of my little white milk coloured warm sheet garden of god's now implanted trace of my eyes loving seeing being seeing being love loving beeing seen and seeing love to be the love of been seeing be
ooh thae drawing is like this music it is flowing and i flow with it the cork of my attention
i must have set my phone to wake me as its little insistent alarm is ringing to get me up to go to church to do my morning pages wash my dishes remind me to live and it doesn not know as this watch duplicate of my firend does not know that arthur is dead and i can only pray that he is not but that he is in touch with me as i pray that arthur gee brian beadles and my dad how sad i feel dad that you are more distant than these friends uis it that you died musch ealrier when david told me ai was astonished 26 years was it so i would be in my thritites i am about to be 60
a kind lady said i looked hot
well enough of that i think
time for a cup of chai in my slightly unresolved getting cleaner kitchen
as i paused and sat back i noticed a photo black n white of a sculture
of two people on books thrusting a star up or more truthfully graping reaching for a star
me helping her to get it it is ours it is jesus star
above me in the attic it will be found in bin sacks and it is in two halves that slot together
inpired by the wod carvings of someone who made totems and put them in the williamson
a hypehated name a girl critine moderson becker == no don't rememeber or what was it
i was most amused recently when in an sherlock homes no a poirrot his house keepr tried to remember a name she siad loads and felt it to be ritht yet when they said something quite diffferernt she said thats it
it is 8 and havent had that tea so here i go
yes
the optimistic neural groove of gowth that sapling in me that is as you say hot just remined me to put a different piece of music on so now i am about to play birth of cool by miles davies
it has a joyful business i am back in the 50s befor emy birth it feels
1949 it says so be it then
a sort of chatty scrible lots of soup stirring pan bashing like inside hedersons kitchen woth john warmsley and my mum and my adolescent innocencce in what was then a fresh rebuild of hopefiulness afet a fire
my dad a gifted engineer with younger wife and
her in a modern blue smoked glass setting a lover of elvis he a mature canny lad
i look uo and see a postcard tucked falling behind a box that reminds me that i too am not young as my family are no longer children in a samll holding with doves and oil paintings with me running an easter workshop at crosby hall
first class honours degree robby a young boy and amy brand new and hope in all our hearts for a frederick franck adventure in making the river bed ceramics flow with great joy oh frederick you were making faves whilst i was writing a dissertation on sengai and wetern theatree andw we were differnt poles of the same christ heart r.h. blythe and other wonderful angels who had blogged theri mornign pages of wioonderful st francis christ hearted reconciliation of east and wet and african too
well whilst the pay dirt of my morning pages may still not have been tapped into paleotogocially gug through as layers of semiological meaning and asccoative zen humour ordinariness milligan wimsy oh wel was it whilst i washed the dishes and stareted to work through layers of glass and warm watery thought of being alive
ah there in the backgorund is the rooting for the furture miles we are able to retrospectively enjoy that milenium hight scoring almost blueness oh now we are twelves years in witht the millenium busstar shining in to the aps and adrian henris appenigns still to appen and yet hockney leads the way with the matisse possibilities of painting with a portable pohptshuop lapstop pallete i feel yesterday came in one long one for framing yet david to reintroduce the playful zig zag of steriotoican vision would give it a real naieve seeing zen buzz of blake playfulness
miles riffing is now doing what the album said riffinf yet it has the routinve tide pouring in to spoil the looseness the big banned sound with the sudden kitcheware drum solo aon
oh
bath pinao practice then bass in church then
Thursday, 8 March 2012
the imperative need then
is to simply share something
do i ever realise the holiness of my neighbour
as i enter into conversation or have the courage
to more closely observe empathetically
i do not need to respond to the poisons they imbibe as food
nor as news just where they are in themselves
whether the state of play with them is either suppressed or free
whether they are coming our to play by enjoying the breeze the cup of tea
and instead of gossopping sharing being the music the dance the line the colour the flavours of being more fully alive alert caring sharing journeying the seeing tasting feeling a million sense yet to be realised within the time limit of our shared journey
my heart has been variously broken on the rocks of ended or significantly change relationships
when i discovered i was alone with my own perception of the possible
entered into freindship companionship bread baking together tasting together mutually beneficial nourishment form each savoured moment seemingly svered like a limb form a sappling tree of emotionally graftingso that was love and marriage and girlfriends and the nest i wanted to help build and sahre
then with friends too working on seperate projects with shared compassion arthur arthur brian frederick
brenda dad oh and so many more that if i did not draw with a pencil was painted into my psyche heart soul by the author you my dear wonderful Jesus father holy spirit creator God
so time then is what art paints with and all the flavours of its momentariness the tide the sapling the budding the morning evening birdsong and lunchtiome mid morning supping in cafes or around the work office companionship waited for cups at the ready tea kettle
oh for less sorrrow and more sharing of that deep joy and fundiroll of the spanner spaniard in the works
umwin meandering with unglued word like ronnie barker milligan just to see arthur gees tear stained amused eyes and brenda curly laughter on the smoking landing outsied the studio with the window open on the plain tree midsummer or to hear artjur muraski being kind and encourageing a student when a tutor had made the mountain of intellect too high to realise with a project of words from material and with hurting prupose he would have a tender voice practical hands and he she would know it was all going to be alright they have all been jesus for me lord as you knew with ever open eyes and heart you hurt me to open have given to me my charisma is that all you have made is charismatic and i must not choose but remain observant of amen
do i ever realise the holiness of my neighbour
as i enter into conversation or have the courage
to more closely observe empathetically
i do not need to respond to the poisons they imbibe as food
nor as news just where they are in themselves
whether the state of play with them is either suppressed or free
whether they are coming our to play by enjoying the breeze the cup of tea
and instead of gossopping sharing being the music the dance the line the colour the flavours of being more fully alive alert caring sharing journeying the seeing tasting feeling a million sense yet to be realised within the time limit of our shared journey
my heart has been variously broken on the rocks of ended or significantly change relationships
when i discovered i was alone with my own perception of the possible
entered into freindship companionship bread baking together tasting together mutually beneficial nourishment form each savoured moment seemingly svered like a limb form a sappling tree of emotionally graftingso that was love and marriage and girlfriends and the nest i wanted to help build and sahre
then with friends too working on seperate projects with shared compassion arthur arthur brian frederick
brenda dad oh and so many more that if i did not draw with a pencil was painted into my psyche heart soul by the author you my dear wonderful Jesus father holy spirit creator God
so time then is what art paints with and all the flavours of its momentariness the tide the sapling the budding the morning evening birdsong and lunchtiome mid morning supping in cafes or around the work office companionship waited for cups at the ready tea kettle
oh for less sorrrow and more sharing of that deep joy and fundiroll of the spanner spaniard in the works
umwin meandering with unglued word like ronnie barker milligan just to see arthur gees tear stained amused eyes and brenda curly laughter on the smoking landing outsied the studio with the window open on the plain tree midsummer or to hear artjur muraski being kind and encourageing a student when a tutor had made the mountain of intellect too high to realise with a project of words from material and with hurting prupose he would have a tender voice practical hands and he she would know it was all going to be alright they have all been jesus for me lord as you knew with ever open eyes and heart you hurt me to open have given to me my charisma is that all you have made is charismatic and i must not choose but remain observant of amen
sharing
ephesians2:11.22
one humanity 11 Therefore, remember that formerly you who are Gentiles by birth and called “uncircumcised” by those who call themselves “the circumcision” (which is done in the body by human hands)
one humanity 11 Therefore, remember that formerly you who are Gentiles by birth and called “uncircumcised” by those who call themselves “the circumcision” (which is done in the body by human hands)
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