Sunday, May 10, 2009




Mulatu Astatke / The Heliocentrics is my latest album.
Ethiopian Jazz.


I am not big into Jazz.
I like it fused with
Hip Hop Soul R&B rock
but I am not a purist.
I find the new album
challenging
uncomfortable
out of the zones.
So - I like it.

Have been hunting a new home today.
Part of my life has been in distraction.
Rightly so -
a home is important.
A base is
A foundation is
Just like them little birds in our bird box.
They dive in and out
must be baby feeding time.
Never had them for years.
A new
Bird Cafe we bought
needed weathering in methinks.
"How doth the little busy bee improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day from every opening flower."
(Isaac Watts, 1674-1748, English independent minister and hymn writer).


You know - there is a parable in all things we see and feel.
Believe and stumble into or over.
Learning, discovery, wonder and development.
So - my little bird box is speaking to me at the moment.
"healing is waking up to your own life.
no matter what your life look likes,
it's yours and it's all you've got!
healing is making a decision to care for it."
kathryn robyn
I am thinking about Zig.
I feel for him a lot.
Conversations are only one way.
He only has body language.
A little rub against my leg.
A big purr when I hold him in my arms.
An occasional sit on my knee -
does he know when I need it?

The move will be big for him.
He has never lived anywhere else.
The garden, and others around us, is his domain.
How will he cope in any new environment?
How will he cope without a garden?
How will he cope stepping out into complete unknown?
How can I warn him?
He is on my mind.

When I first became a follower
a disciple
a human of the way -
I believed that God loved me.
I believed that he listened.
He trusted he would work it out with me.
My stupid mind/education/knowledge/awareness
were all placed into a large hand.
I believed that, in my
fumbling stumbling life,
that I could trust.
Blind faith I guess.

I intend to continue.
Having learned much
I still stumble
still fumble
still mumble
still trust in a power beyond
beyond
beyond
all my understanding.
Vision over visibility.
THE SECRET IS YOURSELF
THE SECRET IS YOUR PAIN
THE SECRET IS LETTING GO
GIVING UP
BREAKING DOWN
GIVING IN
...TO THE END
...TO THE BEGINNING