Where did it all begin..and how has your journey begun?

To be rightful Evangelists it has been said that we can prepare the story of our own induction into the faith.

Can this be an encouragement for you to speak of yours?

What an extraordinary artist , what a life!

There is a glow, water and a water bird.. a duck is it? The golden light is certain..and the time is far ..far back.

Later is the memory of a different hue of gold …this not airborne.. a prisoner of the underfoot.. soft , all pervasive.. golden, there is no smell like it, no smell softer. Or for you perhaps there is yes a different impulse and sense.

The dust of the savannah. Lying under the acacia.

And then that dust as sweet as it is..links to a cofounding question that arose out of the same barren transformational time, when life questions arose. When the drama in character uplifted visions of falling skeletal cattle into that mist.

Is it my willlingness to link up questions around the environment ,my logic to bring in Solar energy, my need for direction out of the wilderness, prompted by mum, or is the picture to do with a greater mind?

I am keen and waiting, frustrated and aching yet we walk on and celebrate the daily tasks and requirements of a house not fully made and a marriage just young.