Jim's morning pages
To get back into writing as a habit for my creative /expressive needs and to prepare to resume my children's writing course.
Sunday, 9 December 2018
Saturday, 15 September 2018
in tuition
take
let
be
give
share
receive
pull
push
take my bass to church
take my heart to heaven
take my pens to concerts
take bag for life to shop
take a drink of water
take care when crossing roads
take my bike to gym
take a walk around the lake
take a good long breath
take soon a gentle swim
let your eyes rest
upon the trees and hills
let other people love you
let others have their space
let a cup of tea
reward you
let your body
hear as Evelyn Glennie's does
let your ears start seeing
like the blind boy
who has taught himself to ride
and balance upon walls
be gentle with
your friends and family
still more with
strangers
knowing any may be angels
or themselves the lord
beattitudes
beautiful
benecolence
be 'me'
give way
give hope
but don't give up
and don't give in
give time a chance to heal
give time to broken pieces
give the magic you contain
to give shelter to the fragive
as you put good things back together
all the things your mind and fingers gathered jim
ha ve a happy time again
share words upon the net
share eye contact with that girl
share hope
share seeds
share drawings
instruments
share insights share both learning
and the constant give
to give others space time respect and care
to breathe in and out
and oneselfishness unlearn
receive word of all that's holy
from good sources and strange places
share the homes of everyone
own nothing
let go
to understand and to discern
share time
a cuppa with another
passing strangers do befriend
receive their lives
their stories gifts
their present moment
unwrap the receiving
both look outwards
receive others to the
open fold
don't wrap
or close
or cul de sac
not the end f the
receiving life divine
pull oneself together
pull apart the lids of jars
pull flowers from your sleeves
pull up a chair
pull faces
pull up cars
pull up the sap
pull up the strength
pull cords
pull up your pants
pull up the weights
pull the oars of memories
pullovers
pull
push the supermarket trolley
pull blaackberries
along old Beeching's
sissassembled railway walk
pull flowers known as weeds
pull up bible quotes
'consider flowers of the fields'
twixt cobbles tarmac modern concrete streets
thistle daisies seed heads
push away all folly
push away all greed
push away all thoughts of getting even
and push the soil the stones the earth
unbury
tenderly
the buried
misused
donkey self
who stubbornly
gave in to being buried
push such thoughts and enslavery away
push no litter
in the letterbox
of ocean tide r sea
deliver snail mail by hand
push the keys before you
be they mobile phone
keyboard
or c.d
push away all judgements
push
give birth
you have a new life now
push the foul stuff into
compost heaps
and potters fields
waste not the talent
start reshioning the clay
push the lead and plugs
of heartbeat
melody lines
go noodle bass guitar
music's birth
from Mary's womb
i ask you
you ask you
ha
Sunday's weekly
oar to pull and push off the boat
that bowman helps the souls agathered feel the current flowing free
mother God gives current hope
present faith
dip my fingers
just like baby steps
baptised sacrimental every minim crotchet quaver semibreve and humble hemi semi demi reminder
that the measure slips and slides to heartbeating not by effort
nor indeed by human mind yet constantly
take
let
be
give
share
receive
pull
push
intuition
internet
cold feet are rug neath dsk
back here again
just a rhyme
a moment
chilly 66 year old fab knees
Sunday, 9 September 2018
HAMSTER WHEEL
'we will'
is a team
expression
as i think this morning
of the 'wheels'that we all share
i started with a little
some might call decluttering
yet on must
realise
ones clutter
is either
an idea
a building block
a weed that that
if recontextualised
become
a flowering once more
stranger on he shore
such a lovely piece of misic
and an image
makes me think of Jesus
there he is
forgiving Peter
and cooking him
some fish
and Judas
in a potter's field
no clay is wasted
tender remodelling
begins
just as seeming betrayal
with a very necessary kiss
as i 'declutter'
mutter
chunner
thinking every girls a stunner
God doesn't make no one
who isn't worth their salt
inside each beating heart
both a sinner and a winner
yet the important
truth is when people
see the earth as dirt
not life giving soil
they are bound like
Alfie to ask themselves
'whats it all about?'
'everything
happens for a reason
the 'hamster wheel'
we're on is meant to be
if a caterpillar
doesn't struggle
push n pull
it never gets to fly
so as i
make my morning micromovement
i gather bags of life
'for life'
just needs the pieces
placed where they function best
and that's not as
'waste'
dumped out at sea
and so it comes to pass
to some new useage
i turn gloves into
Christmas decorations
to inspire
gloves are also needed by the homeless
warm wraps delivered to their
'spots'
in town
gloves not all we need
need must believe
in something greater
than ourselves
want to be a superstar
well there you are
you are
a precious soul
in need of food
encouraement
and sometimes shelter
i will be off to the gymn
as others too i am told
at half past seven
someone told me
it gets very very busy
executives
pre hamster wheel of business
climb first upon
the hamster wheel
of their own
wellbeing
the real wealth
so wish me well
but pray that
i too shall serve others
as i still
trust
hope
believe
at Goulds
at Bluemoon
and therefor
Heswall on the Hill
that lady wisdom part of God's decision
proverbially
wants us to enjoy the
team word
encouragement not of i'll
but we'll
never ever ever give up
on all the bits n pieces
keep on 'getting there'
even when it feels
you are stagnant
past your sell by date
for here's the thing
truth is you
are God's clay
wisdoms baby
a tree well rooted
in the UpWords
of love's will
there is no 'higher self'
thats jus 'self worship'
'because you're worth it
yes we are
as contributors
individual pieces
part of a most beautiful vision
namely 'LIFE' herself
for a while yes the floor and surfaces around me
as i look
may momentarily confuse me
but its all life giving stuff
and i must get it flowing
for the talents can't be buried
even Judas Iscariot
clay reformed
is significant
and precious
we are liken unto him
resurrection comes
when seed are planted
for in the garden there's a harvest
but you might need to lose
your life
as what you once were
for an author
sees and thinks mmm
i feel they can play a fresh part
recontextualised
not as judge n jury
but a nannie mcphee a
mary pankhurst
whose statue ought to stay where she stand and
made on stone still stands
but doesn't stand so still
no listen in
as Robin Williams once invited in the
Dead Poets Society
'carpe deum'
so off i go to
the concourse shall i swim
or gymn
perhaps both
shall i be fish or rodent
wheel of fortune?
no
there is no
'Secret'
if one has 'enough'
there really is no greater 'wealth'
people change
the world it changes quickly also
pray for the 'me'
'i like who i am learning to be'
and from an old alpha course
'God loves me just the way i am
but(she-perhaps)won't leave me this way
as the Welsh say
'there's tidy!'
goals Goulds and gold
Julia Cameron wrote a book called the Artists way
Dr frederick Franck wrote the Zen of Seeing
one the life coach recommended morning pages
one hold a pencil lightly take a little piece of nature
meditate by gently allowing eye n heart n hand and eye
to really see and feel the mutual being
i subsequent to reading these many years ago and many years apart
became a life coach on a course ran by john haynes
the grow model blends well with both of the books above
goals to see life pour out what in ones own G
reality i draw and i write R
options O
way the when where n who to learn W
from and share with
has some anchors
when one has gone around the clock of grow 12 3 6 9 g r o w
one then does so again
my goals are manifold and all i feel serve other(0ne of my core values is to be part of life)
1.Heswall on the hill
Goulds and Bluemoon to be beacons
as they both serve to offer employ to others
and provide encouraging locations where creative playful
images and object d'art may be shown or where the materials for making
seeing writing cooking playing music living in full colour
so my goal on the hill to be a spark that lights the bulb of joy on Heswall on the hill
2.to be well and fit
to make a body that can move think and play
in an inspiring way that delights God the child self of my mothers child
3 to live an abundant life
As a Christian i feel that Jesus wants for both myself and everyone
a varied unlimited faith fuelled life ( i give you a life of 'a bun dance')
a lifelike a bird flower or child
he prefaced the beatitude ( be attitude) with 'i tell you the truth'
'unless you become liken unto this child'
'consider the birds of the air'
'see the lillies of the filed....how they are arrayed'
so just staying with these three goals
Reality
1.Heswall on the hill
a.I have successfully ran a few short course at Goulds
i have commenced window changes and placed lots of materials
and reciprocally enjoyed the kindness of Ann and Mike Sue Erin and jenny
in helping me to market course and provide tea coffee smiles ans wows as other
partook
of seeing in six primary colours
with watercolour
oil paint and needle felt
salt dough
and collage
b i ave encouraged the son of a friend to pass me his fathers poems)DEREK JONES
and i have been seeing sharing with PHILIP BROWN
with a mind to publish through Goulds poetry books and books of creative joy
i.e toi create for Ann and Mike their own publishing company
also at Bluemoon Sue and I have provided a course focusing on flowers
and mindful camaraderie
2.to be well and fit
initially early summer my physical work out
was to paint redecorate and address the showcasings
of Goulds and Bluemoon's with a sort of
Matisse flavoured graffiti
to get a little attention flag up
Heswall on the Hill as a happening
i added to this the courses
and then a little bicycle riding
when i went to see my grandchildren and my son and his wife
they inspired me further
whilst i have been a i feel attempting to create
a virtual garden in paint
they have creted a growing joyful edible one that is really incredibele
i took sam the dog for daily walks and enjoyed watching
ben and isobel( about to be seven) both swimming like fish'''
'well my body said i used to do that
so listening to its request and being a man i#of faith i
and seeking to get fit enough to become a fish again
so i have over the last few days been cycling to Thurstaton
going ot the gymn and walking fro Bluemoon to St Peters church
oh an diet
I am monitoring my weight and choosing foods
that are are more likely to see well being and weight loss
fruit veg and meat
and limiting dairy grain and sugar
though as thius is the reality section i confess
to a party and a very full tummy at friends last night
3 to live an abundant life
i have being a person of attempted Chrisitan values
removed myself from groups duos and situtaions
where i felt the company was limiting
either too focused on Britishness
masculinity machismo or genre
thus having liberated them from a potential critic
and me of the danger of poison in the perfume of ones hope
left me to focus more on
various techniques of making
a greater range of materials to play with
a happier a bun dance
so I am painting and celebrating women in a series of 100 paintings
i am making and teaching salt dough and needle felt and collage
my reality includes the joy in later life of finding that the rainbow
for painting is twice as primary coloured
so my new work is informed by syneasthesia and chromaesthesia
flavour as colour and music colour coded on my musical instrments
i get to play bass in church allowing me to root about rather than
learn cliches that ears are expecting
as i enjoy finding both melody harmony and scribble
sort of marks and textures through the tactile time based
hand in duo movements- the left and right duet
my home is filling up with colour joys and my eyes are
loving the pigeons and regular seagull visitor
i love film and go out with two girl friends
friends of angel kindness
i love chatting and being with Derek and kara in staacks where i meditate of magazines and books to tea
it was coffee and cake but i must address being 1 stone heavier than i want to be
there is lot more reality than this but i want to get on
Options
Heswall on the hill to continue to relaod the window
market the courses seek development into mindfuelled
crafted personal projects for the friend i have a s staff
and students
and seek ways to bridge with other providers
say eventaully on behalf of poets and creatives
e.g linghams not corporates like smiths
as i do want to feed foot fall of local growth whilst
remaining world relevent'for if i am
anti brexit then i should anti all
'closed systems'
so to publish distribute take part and offer space for sharing
2.to be well and fit
sustain and create some kind of weekly timetable without rutting myelsf into monotony and routine
maintain gymn dietcycle walk spontaneously et all
3 to live an abundant life
in some ways the options here are to remain unpredictably spontaneous
to the gap between my thought(Deepak Chopra)
and so to the WAY forward
1.Heswall on the hill
i have established courses that start with specific times and content this week at Gould and Bluemoon so TICK
i have received the poems of DEREK and my fiend ian has provided me with publisher and have commenced making
and also have drawn and created a nice time of sharing and nurturing with Philip to encourage our progress as creatives with Gould as a publisher in mind
in response to requests for a calligraphy and creative writing element i have designed an idea for
october 1st a monday 12-2 course
and i would like to create a general art course for Blue on Fridays
so will ruminate and chat to Sue perhaps i might make it a four saturdays midOCT to mid NOV
I will redress the window at Goulds
2.to be well and fit
i will get down to 13.3 and rejoin weightywatchers
i will as i have found the book
create a food diary very soon
i will go to the gymn monday morning at nine
and twice more this week
3 to live an abundant life
just watch me!
CHRISTMAS
christmas toys decoarations
guitar playing open mikes
songs
working with others
JAMuary
triptychsof artists and musiciand at Tony's invite
JOY IN ART AND MUSIC
off to play bass now
this has been my morning pages thanks be to life coach julia cameron
one of my 100 portaits of wonderfuelled women
Monday, 28 August 2017
Life itself is meditation.
Life itself is meditation.
should we ever feel confused.
When we wake up to simplicity.
there is a joyfulness.
We need never again refuse.
The light comes in again this morning
to blush the tiny cherry toms.
Kindness reddens cheeks
and puts a tingle down inside
my beating gentle resting heart
Yet sends a tender tingle to my toes
bits and pieces may seem a rough and tumble
and a jumble jungle to confuse
yet my own sweet tender God made
fingers can unthread and sew and recompose
Nothing is ever ever EVER wasted
for this is a potter's field
I once played the part of Judas
since then much has been revealed.
he tossed away the gold and talents that
he got paid for kissing his GOoD friend and
even he was as such forgiven
by the ONE who still trasscends
Mmmmm I have less to do today
freed as I am by Jesus Christ to simply Jimmy be
I have a gull and sunshine for a speech therapist
and a mural forest for the children who
will see kind tender playful characters from books
new and old from the forest library
I am so in love with a girl
who has a lovely smile
who seeks love and harmony
may she step into the forest
of the paper trees and flowing rivers
of the RIVERMAN
with me
yes there is a place for US
and I really do hope GOD will
be with us and someday when the time is right
Lord I pray my girl will marry me.
Seems a fantasy and a distant dream
like Lear's Piggy wig with the ring
at the end of his nose
But we know about the Emperor
how he got conned into being naked
in a brand new set of clothes
Whilst Adam and Eve wore fig leafs when neither of them
prior to their fall were bare
No like blushing cherry red tomatoes
The author saw them and they were perfect
and in the brand new renewed life
they were forgiven
unjudged and had they
not a care.
To realize that life itself is meditation
will put all back in touch with life once more
'the love of money'
is the 'root of all evil'
dig it up and burn it
place the tree of life again back there.
Saturday, 12 August 2017
oh to
Oh to walk bare foot through a beachside forest feel the warmth of the fine sand oh to swim in warm and friendly currents lay back read and understand that the world is vast and rounded and has no squares corners to be in and that the breath inside my body is shared with each and everything.How to remove all self focused notions as the salty ocean kisses my two lips and the fresh melted mountain water run so freely i shall sip.As I feel a better notion pouring freely through my brain and the zen of simply being tiny makes me home everywhere again.Oh to be a freer person than the thought s would sometimes have me be.Then I could lend a hand or simply rest here with my soul quite happily.Unencumbered by my folly of always working hard in heart and mind and somehow find an understanding 'he's got the whole world in his hands'.may today be just paper folding a little glue and a nice cup of tea.I'm not meant to wake and worry.I am only simply supposed to gently 'be'.All I love will be fine without me .All I care for tenderly embraced.Oh I love someone so fully and always long to see her face.Yet I must of course find oceans peaceful minded and set free.Provide pace joy and understanding and try to dissolve like salt into the flowing streams a running to the open sea.
Friday, 4 August 2017
Life
You are life to me each morning as i compose a poem from a tear.
Life is a teardrop on a young girl's face
Sometimes wellies plashing in puddle.
So a teardrop and a puddle what then as each passing year?
A leaf a stick a blossom floating in a stream
Life becomes a nice warm reverie
a bathtub or a shower and wondrous stream
In the steamed up window I would draw you
as you lay down in your tub
of course writing there
'I love you'
a trickling drop slide downward from above
You are every wetness that I have ever known
my own self swimming in St Ives sweet sunny sea
Every dewdrop on each bud or flowers
You are very life to me
I got you pumping through my own blood
The realer currency
the currency of hearts beating
air fuelled lungs extracting goodness
from the morning or the evening air
our hearts beating constantly
you are moistening your bed sheets
from the pores of all you are
Life is the vast ocean
we're both star fish and we're stars
Snow is melting on the mountains
to bring reservoirs of purity to you and I
Even purer than the drizzle mist a
spilling tenderly from yon sky
I long to lay with you in heather
though we both wake up all wet
I want to feel warm rain rush over both of us
God will shelter us from
all repression and regret
There's a lake where all is mirrored
but all I want to view is you as you
bathe yourself upon the shore
I hold a sunny towel ready there for you
Then we head off to our shelter
there is washing on the line
let it get rinsed with mountain shower as
we step in and with stick n logs we make a lovely fire
we smell the wood smoke sap a blazing like
the joy it is to be alive.
Everybody sleeping safe n warm inside
the stories written by the lovely countryside
And no need for any hidden just the clarity of us
we love life and all its season
we're at one with all the buzz.
The wood the clay the earth n seeds we're 'makers of good grace'
we see god surrounding everything
and we feel Love's features in our won sweet mirrored face
Good morning my sweet lover
good morning my good friend
there is a love that lasts for ever
as we begin for each other again
to sow the seeds of hopefulness
and kindness to all around and water
the sweet patch of strawberries
and Victorian sink of seedlings
Your very self my hallowed ground
may innocence be ours and
may we keep sweet company
I love to see you fly about
and sometimes land upon my knee
Thankyou darling
hold me
till the very end of time and back again as we continue life of
images and rhyme
just like HOLY
bread and wine
Amen
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