the mind is an interesting child at play

Watching Time watch with the tired kindly eyes of Tony Robinson
Baldrick of Black adder fame,I thought of the wonderful illustrations
by Victor Ambrus visulising how things used to be for them and
I remembered a wonderful version of Shakespears' illustrated tales he did
I thought of the children's day nursery at Frodsham I am  visualising
and I thought of the gently trowel scraping to unveil physical contact
with the past and the time capsules they plant like seeds for the future
I thought of J,K Rowling on her quest to find out more about herself
on Who do you think you are.And I recall too her revelation of her Christianity
relating to the concluding chapter of Harry Potter.I think of Stephen Fry's
voice over for the Ocean Giants respecting the dialogue twixt Whale and man
and 'compassion'.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t88tTvGZauE

Also of the capsules containing broadcasts of
Paul McCartney in outer space and how
 'we love animals because we are lonely as a species'
as Steve Berger said in one of his books(published blog capsules)


What seeds we plant what associative thought we peruse
and how we seek author and authority.

And I think of the gentle words
'I cannot bear to teach what I do not know myself'
that Waiting for Godot famous Samuel Beckett
spoke of.I his biography  I noticed what I feel to be the
bio-phys of Godot.

He helped  in the rescue of people from  war torn France
it involved lots of waiting on country roads and farmhouses.
Watching the life of J.K.Rowling unfold  on her searching out her roots
the synapses that flash for her writing in Harry Potter shows
their is a time capsule in each of us abstractly unfolding the good stuff.
The old testament is the Darwin like intuitive leap of Jesus human DNA
that's were the model came from Stephen (Fry).

I love too the way in Grapes of Wrath the main character is likened to a turtle.
The turtle that Darwin brought home outlived him by a great many years
so much for man's consecutive superiority.The dust bowl that informed
John Steinbeck is the same one that Woody Guthrie survived ti inspire
 Bob Dylan with in his blog  capsule Bound For Glory.
The same dust blowing under someones door caused
 thoughts and creation of the vacuum cleaner.

I wonder what Jesus wrote on the ground?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssBFFopIcNQ

seeking to share in some inherent goodness

Oh Lord
and any reader

you know I am sympathetic
to Lennon's imagine
and Eddie Izzard's
and other friends questioning of natural disasters
like tsunamis.

How can I share a faith that has been sieved
and thinned and only has a thin
 thread of hope in it

I do not wish to argue
and my prayers
are not evidence of response
nor my persistence itself
testimony to your goodness

o help as i look to the title
i gave this heart felt hopefilled
aspiration and belief in you Jesus

i seek to share you
and that something
my faith maintains despite
the disasters

we are as i found myself saying
 all spin doctors of
positivity and gratitude

all arguments seem arrogant in the face of our mortality
whether we are faith filled or feel it is all by chance

no easy answers
and God is too small a word for that which matters
the maintenance of joy hope and love

o what are we supposed to say?

yet like the psalmist
i put my hope in a savior
and yes you Jesus
are the only one i have found
let us be kind and realize you
are who you are
and who you say
amen

p.s.
in my foolishness
i found myself
saying that i did not like my face
nor my voice
i think i was just trying to unmask my ordinariness
or reveal that i am noticing
how critical i am of my agingness
my repentence
is not before a bullying God
but before who i trust and believe to be a loving father
o that we should all share in this mutually
 comforting reality
(to me  at least in this moment of faith feelingfulness)
again i say amen
for i know that in my not knowing nevertheless i am still believing in Christ
the cross and the resurrection forgiveness that is there in the book

Lord thank you for all the good guides who take this
mountain of 66 writers and share it a crumb at a time
 but in faithfulness to the wholeness of it all which is LOVE

preaching or yearning?
Yet i have just taken stock of my uninviting arrogance
when my face sets to unsympathetic
and my words to vitriolic cruelty

a few seconds of life
 should be enough miracle
what of our human disaster
i am not God 
and you do care
even if i fail to share 
the proof s
you have my heart believe.

the genius of ordinariness

yesterday I transformed  my willow tree  looking a little like a monster

into a friendly image by putting birds and grafting in a new branch 

it is also a kitchen black board

I saw Rosie Noteworthy holding her grandson 'sweet baby james

she said look he has your trousers on

when still there i passed with these shorts on we joked about

my having thought he has stolen mine

I woke up today to pouring rain 

and a wonderful feeling ful

multi sensory-sensual

thoughtfulness

realizing 

the lucid dreams

lucid thoughts

 lucid memories

lucid being

are lucid living gratefully

In my comfort I knew I was not asleep

yet was able in this relaxed state to think of advocaat

go to Holland remember lovely things about mum n dad

enjoy that when in Holland the advocaat was in broad rimmed

 bottle because it is really a sort of alcoholic 

custard to be served in a bowl and not a drink

the lucid memory gave me 

joy over dad's home made camping equipment

melamine lined cups n plates

and their mutual brilliance as loving parents

seemingly unrelated relatedness of everything

Potential book title ?
Got 4 books to read at present
Amy bought me Roald Dahl's Tales of the unexpected for Father's Day
I asked  at church for the last copy of Mission Improbable Professor Alastair  Hamilton biography
pioneer of cardio surgery for children
 Bought Tove Jansson's travelling light-I love Tove Jansson and strangely
I love another book of the same title by Max Lucado based on psalm 23
My friend and local author Laiurie Gartside
 has passed me his recently published second book in print
Chrichton's Finest Hour..

Unrelated then I watched a program based on The Code a maths idea of everything being based on geometric mathematical shapes.It related through fractals the giant's causeway  Jackson Pollock's rhythmic paint pourings and the creator of Pixar who had developed animation through wanting to create 3d sets for his aviation work.

The other night an art student who is writing his thesis on the premise is anything original?
listened politely as I poured out memories of The Act of Creation by Arthur Koestler
Aaron Scharf Art and photography and a whole range of thoughts I have.

This entry tonight at 20 past midnight is a sort of celebration  of slowly getting up to date
with work on a set of characters for an annual report disguised as a calendar
three small mural pieces for a neighbor -a blackboard as a willow tree silhouette
giraffes on a cupboard door and some trees leaves blossoms and bluebirds for a 
bathroom wall

and prep work and logo idea sheets for a new children's nursery
all of which my prayers are hoping will get me a short drawing break with my daughter
and hopefully afford me a notebook computer to get m back on track with my children's writing course

recently I have been enjoying intuitive leaps and deliberate new study into legato phrasing on
piano.It pleased me to be able to root out to make you feel my love on guitar and piano.

If  you have read your way through this entry you will note that it is imperfect and only constitutes 'doing something'
My excuse for not making too much sense includes pataphysics viz the correlation of thing that only happen once.


Sue Jeffers advice 'if a things worth doing it worth doing badly'
and Julia Cameron's Morning pages 
'just write anything and don't reread it-sort of automatic.

And my own recent defence that I do not have to make'art' just be so this has just been 'being'.
I have left the me out of the last sentence as I discover that meaning by breathing and have never not been but have not ever known how not to nor how to be 'me' or otherwise 'sort of thing.' amen

let's

Let's cook with the best ingredients
let's plant the best thoughts in our minds
let's reach deep into the well of provision
the bible of love so profound
let's dig and plant the best garden
and eat only of what
will bring joy

let's find the seeds of the spirit
plant in the Earth's furrows
not worry our brow nor annoy

one day there will be a fine harvest
the stream fed the fruits of the ground
the light and the rain did from heaven
pour all around

with fertile and dream filled abundance
the Lord touched the heart
of our town
the village
is bringing out tables
the children are starting to sing

the spring brought
the news we'd been waiting for
now w're wearing best smiles
and those frowns
are simply the skillet containers
the scoops to dip into the feast

as we spill
love joy peace
add the yeast
for we're eating from our father's table
faithful and gentle and kind
we're sieved of our sin
through the goodness
of Jesus
He has saved you a place
just beside him
Melchizedek there
self control
patiently Peter is smiling
Barnabas pass them a roll

Let us make for the grass
on the mountain
the Lion lies down with his lambs

Let us spread out the tent of
our our meeting
Listen the music now starts
its a festival day
for our children as they meet
 all the one's we have known
surprising to see who's included
Non one left out
all God's own

so the scripture
revealing God'glory
a story 's new chapter unfolds
Are you there? Did you hear the voice of a n angel now whisper
the name that you share all are known
You can eat from the branch that's outstretched for
nothing clever is needed somehow
feel the birth of the flowers beneath you
all of this
when's it happening?

now

Undoing the word artist-why do I want to?

Well I have been wondering that myself
go into lectures about how you need 6 primaries because 3 don't work
and that the schools didn't let you do it badly and so defined those who
they didn't understand as unable with their own photographic interpretation

Sort of I want to get rid of the word and its clumsy pal 'sketch'
because they don't let others in like protestant catholic and other
labels do not so much encourage our childhood with loving Father
as describe cliques that you must learn the rules to belong to.
Please join us other naughty imperfect children in a church that
acknowledges it is a collection of imperfect people loving a perfectly forgiving Father

Superstar well alright you are.
We all shine on-don't hide the lamp you say you haven't got because someone did not applaud /award you with a label please!

I truly believe breathing and heart beating to be more of a 'gift' than
the illusion or conjuring trick of drawing that probably is slightly
easier if short sighted in one eye
easier to turn the 3d world into the blackboard
we drew the 26 letters and 9 numbers from
by rehearsing our scribbling like the splasher
learns to be buoyant and therefore to swim


I ask for pay not for my gift but for my efforts.
But I really do love it when you become teachable.

A student of mine once said you can draw because you are 'an artist'

I want you to realize how impossible it is to rub
out the devil's well constructed tempting LIE
in that self defeating excuse of an assertion.People are drowning in self criticism
because no one said it is alright simply to splash to stay alive.They can't survive
following the same logical intelligence because they are not 'SWIMMERS'-oh yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Thank you.

Relatively accurately-approximately faithful-worth doing badly.Yes yes yes!

Oh no I am already late!

I have two clocks (3 and others) to be more precise
a watch and a pair of cuff links
which came first?
well the pair of cuff links
no they did not breed!

the cuff links are two small watches
and they read the numbers just as usual
long finger points to the five minutes slices
denoted by the twelve hour clock figures
whilst the small hand points to the hours
 represented by the same sections
no confusion there then ?Normality!

But the fingers go anti-clock wise
 i.e both the hours and the minutes
so you could suggest they are going
back wards but no for the numbers are mirrored
and the 1-6 are switched
with the 11 -6
so as I said before the time reads as normal.

The only problem is very few jewelers
 know how to get in
 to replace the batteries
so I have to  my stereo time keepers
need a special trip to Liverpool.

So there is one version of time

The watch I bought in Brighton and only
when they pulled its display tab out did it show its true joy.
The numbers go around whilst the fingers behave normally
and they have replaced some figures with math symbols like pi,

Again I read from the position of the fingers but ignore the
numbers which evidence the seconds as it is the seconds hand
that is on the glass mushroom stood that does the ticking.

So got me thinking then
how accurate is a watches second hand.
Do you know the time to the second?
Or do we accept relative accuracy.

Does God .Well

Where we are concerned yes.
There is nothing you can do that will make God love you more
and nothing you can do that will make God love you less.

Like the timelessness and time that his part of his infinite playfulness
we are forgiven our lack of accuracy.

He is Love and we are loved but we are all out of sink and sin fully so.

'If a thing is worth doing it is worth doing badly'
not deliberately badly but hopefully playfully joyfully
and in an attempt at some  helpful synchronization.

When did I cease to be a child?-never!
but rather than imagining I am learned or learning


I would suggest that is a foolish tree to worship at
the tree of knowingness try this

Be still in Eden
God just loves you .
His plan will satisfy you

Consider the birds of the air and the lillies
of the field they cannot add a second to their
watches by worrying about our time filled lives.

Oh dear I have messed that up
must be an 'artist' or  perhaps just a man..
 continuously running out of time


a bit 'tick '  then buh bum!