Here are my creative gatherings from the last couple of days...plus a little help from small children somewhere, being creative in their inimitable ways.
9 plus pm
Tomorrow I have to get up
hence I am avoiding all
with clock faces
should be asleep by
but I want to first
stretch bend breathe
then I hope to sleep.
Under gaze of the clock's watchful eye
Photo below: Filthy Woman (travelodge bathroom)
Soaking up silence
There's a bible next to the bed
placed by The Gideons
so it says.
I've always liked that name
Ernest, Celestine and Gideon
in the snow.
Doesn't he get replaced?
Gideon 1 by
similar but different
the same but different
I say (in my head)
Lord, what would you like me to see today?
(not quite in the same way as God appeared to Isaiah if I remember rightly.
Not in a Travelodge)
The Lord that is there on the pages
is not the same Lord
I recognise and love
in all his male female beyond binary forms.
so I am told
"wash away the filth of the women of Zion"
now I am reading out of context, but -
a roll of inner eye and resigned sigh -
why filth of women?
I wonder what they did
or didn't do.
Then that section ends with talk of a canopy over
all the glory
of Mount Zion, and
"It will be a shelter and a shade from the heat of the day, and a
refuge and hiding place from the storm and rain".
Which is a bit like a Travelodge.
Except I'm not filthy
I've just had a shower.
Thank you to the boy who entertained us from the car in front on the journey home. Amazing faces, great gurning and the bag-on-the-head-zombie-arms were a joy to behold. You gave lots of adults a reminder to make silly faces too.
And thank you to the children who drew dinosaurs and dropped their drawings as gifts on the street. They stomp on: