I have reached through the bubble.In preparation
I always struggle until a certain point.
Once I know what the design is
- then I can add all the detail.
I am going through the bubble
and beyond ........
Today was my Mothers birthday.
The Sheilas called her Gram.
She loved them
They loved her.
She would delight
if she could have lived
to meet baby Constance.
Yesterday
we have been at the \NEW/
Wilson mansions
six months already.
I miss the double decker buses
roaring by every 5 minutes.
I miss the multi-cultural
multi-colour of London.
I miss the urban bustle.
I miss the ease of transport
into town centre...
access to humans.
I enjoy
the smallness called home.
Somewhere to walk -
really walk and
breathe.
Visitors keen to journey to us.
Local produce
small shops
Church community.
Our own home,
the first for 29 years.
The potential of summer.
Joy and Peter living near.
Don't miss::
Double decker buses
waking me in the mornings.
Screams and shouts at 3am
as the clubbers stagger home.
A house.
A garden.
I don't pray much.
I used to lead
bible studies,
prayers in the chapel,
all the time.
I don't pray much now
- other than with every breath.
Living sacrifice
is the standard for all
faith travellers along the way.
Sometimes
I can feel alone.
Not well trodden.
not good underfoot.
+brambles
+narrow
+bends
+pot holes
- on the road
less travelled.
Gil Scott-Heron
new album
has crawled beneath
my skin.
"I am from a broken home" he growls.
I have 191 emails
in my inbox.
All need an answer.
They seem to be breeding .......
My hard drive
time machine back up
has packed in -
stink!
We all need backup
Mac
friends
spiritual
human
eternal.
BenjiB plays music
that rocks my soul,
in a hip-hop kinda way.
Love isn't just for Christmas
and valentines ..............
I want to sip at the well.
