Making things, breaking things a true collection of the unexpected. Some loved, some sealed with Tupperware top to become affectionate left overs another day. Big men who move with a modicum of grace remind me of cattle meeting the pasture of first Summer’s Eve. There is great joy in a good run through the cupboard of my mind and dreams. Never know what discussions I will have as I go to God to validate what I have just seen painted on the canvas of nightmare and battle’s won. It really is better with all the mystery. Knowing everything and having a grand measure of predictability truly makes for a boring session.

Was always glad to take up the rear watching all the pains, grins and relationship forming on the screen in front of me. There is a pleasant feeling in handing someone the salve, coffee or biscuit when they didn’t even think anyone was watching. There really is joy in shepherding. Love is providing without having to ask but knowing if you ask what is sought and buying it before the inquiry. Lot’s of personal gains to being alone and simply having to care for oneself but there always comes the gremlin of being alone and thinking that all your thoughts are wise and wanted in and out of season. The tensions of not wanting.

Conclusions that lead to confusions because you thought you had the data and enough power to process the answers that turned out a bit unexpected. Is it always alright to tell them when they don’t know or is it better that they struggle enough to ask? The preamble to a gamble creates the same fear associated with looking away from God when the darts are thrown. It is not simply a matter of blind courage but firmly understanding that with God the risks are pre-mitigated. My rationale is sometimes not my pal as I have to ask two guys and a gal directions to the gathering. In a quest to keep my mind some thinking not refined I seldom have declined good advice for the other kind. Sometimes sense just makes itself.

It seems this script is going to end with a man kneeling in the morning sun lit horizon, a bush beside and a tree behind as birds chase the moonbeams to slumber. August thoughts Spring to Mind as Summer finds winter for hot and cold convo-topics. I like being the weakling sometimes it adds to the entire underestimation theme of this hero’s anti thesis. Recalling all the sublime and abstract additions I fed into the color pallet to add texture, depth and the sweetness of chunky marmalade. My lecture left them wanting as their dazed stare left me counting footsteps to the back gate. I don’t know but didn’t say I couldn’t guess the answer and that I never was expected to figure it out any old way. Left all the lights on.