Be careful who you gather with.

 This image is about what we do when we gather together. So much taking place we do not grasp but this captured image. Conceptual opens up what can take place.

Can you spot some one flirting?

Card game or trip being demonstrated?

Whose trying to meet in secret?

Who in the background intruding, or being ignored.?

Is only a single person looking somewhere else?

l predict a riot . . or a least lot of unrest.

'I know a lot of people across the country in all walks of life took a bit of a kick on the shin with that Budget. You lot got a knee in the nuts and a hammer blow to the back of the head.'

so stated Jeremy Clarkson a former TV star often on the BBC

'For the sake of everybody here, and for all the farmers stuck at home paralysed by a fog of despair over what's been foisted on them, I beg of the Government to be big and accept this was rushed through, it wasn't thought out and it was a mistake. That's the big thing to do, and back down.'

Earlier, Mr. Clarkson - who runs Diddly Squat farm in Chipping Norton -  became exasperated with Victoria Derbyshire during an interview on Whitehall. WHICH WAS QUITE FUNNY.

Really he tore them to pieces and the Woke Wandering Wost Wityful World of the Woke Warriors. 

• With the Chancellor being caught lying on her CV, 
• While Farmers prepare for a national strike,
•  Starmer being at the center of a massive scandal over the Southport massacre. 
• Feels like the the walls are closing in on this shambolic government. 
• These further issues include attacks by immigrants in Manchester and harehills, Leeds. 

Many of us stand with the farmers, they do what amounts to a thankless job for so little profit, long hours unsocial work in rural country side where other resources are rare, have to be more than animal husbandry plus good stewards. Also have to manage other issues arising from this social isolation. The reason so that we have good produce, dairy further meat daily.  They get up `Unknown O` Clock each day .Then toil to pay for equipment that allows them to keep up with demand, they have to pay for fuel, they struggle to make ends meet. 

Yet the ones l have encountered remain pleasant warm friendly.

We recognise all the hardships but present `Political elite` unable to grasp such truths. Its becoming clear something very much amiss with these communist who at one time in `horrific history` claimed to be on the side of the peasant class.

Its all sounds a little humorous but very serious because peoples living standards and real quality of LIFE is diterating , social structure is already damaged. Shame about community being targeted but there depth to what is occurring in the UK which is ruining structure of a nation.

But had this thing, can only call hope. Hope or Faith ?

There was chaos that l just didn't quite recognise.

Feel that's known by those `creating the chaos`.

Long Hospital corridors,

36 hour shifts sat waiting for results.

Never came, if truth be told.

Green tops worn by officials whose badge one couldn't see.

Without food and substance, feel drained. Questions ignored. Injured person whose health is failing longs for cup of coffee, and few hours without tubes, attachments, drips and bloods being monitored.

Quietly murmur between Father and Son. No one wants to help.

Walk again long corridors, through swing doors ring the bell …Wait...Wait.

In the chaos, We sneak out and grab a coffee, He has a fag break, the smell of illness has increased. Stares of others he recognizes.

  Matthew had not really been eating, talked about a future ,trips out, Yorkshire breakfast, ring necked Fulmars, Lapwings, and riverside walk.

Bedside cabinet near hospital bed, curtains drawn around, In a carrier bag magazine, chocolate bar and tin of coke.  Did another day pass in that place. Your eyes glazed over, looking empty very thin. Got football top on. You where dying. Suppose you knew. But me had this thing ,can only call hope. Hope or Faith.

It been a bad year since you departed. Where prayers unanswered ?Me today like days before ..`Think you went too soon`. All the updates, prayer requests, conversations. where they for me. 

But you told me...`I know whose next to me`.

Still see you so strongly in my minds eye...that last bowl of soup you drank ..Your smile as buzzard came down near the car. Love of days out. In the misery, pain, darkness of your last few days. To have gone out like that, heart attack, gangrene, influenza, misery of powerlessness. Still

Still Had a sense God was close.

Try to express grace if offered an opportunity

 Weather warnings about Arctic blast, we get them every time in this period of the season. So wrap up well, on a cold November day in Autumn.
The leaves turned to golden marmalade orange, some are blackberry red. Morning sun is for short time brightest golds. Beaches are sun kissed. 
Walks are bit shorter more brisk. Still got LIFE to be lived, guilt around fact that departed loved ones can not share these moments.
World still turns on the hatred coming too often to the forefront. Death, senseless killings, acts of violence.

Be sober in your actions, spread love, be kind, express silence, seek to be generous, express grace if offered an opportunity.

Two things raise up heavy, near the top of any development in community /business/entertainment/Sport.

Conversations are essential, well you already know that. Some claim that in any business you need Education, Experience, exposure.

Further claim Education , your degree,other qualifications are only worth 5%. Experience is 75%.

The other being exposure is worth 20 %. Not going to express too much about exposure not even confident  would be able to justly explain what is meant.

'Experience' well rattled on a lot about how vital this item is in delivery of Church based along with secular plus third sector voluntary sectors community development. But would give Education lot more than 5%. would also offer up what many reading this ramble will agree. Education is life long.

Within all we attempt two things raise up heavy, near the top of any development in community /business/entertainment/ sport.

Relationships, first, plus further secondary communications.

IF YOU LOOKED AT THIS IMAGE WITH OUT UNDERSTANDING OF THE BACK STORY IT PRESENT DIFFERENT UNDERSTANDING OF communications PLUS Relationships

The Tigers owner, who is edging closer to his three-year anniversary since taking over, confesses that he completely understands the growing frustrations of the club's fanbase, who are worried about the possibility of a relegation battle this season given the current form.

"Of course, the start to the season has not been what I expected, We are not happy about it, but I believe there are reasons why, and we are doing everything we can to make everything better."

This is a difficult friendship, built on love of a football team, one that's coming in for lot of critical comments. Its relationship built on trust.

There are ideas around process of Power. Of entitlement from the fan base. Some of the comments are abusive, all offer advice, critic, knowledge. Discussion about what qualifies a person to deliver management style of football, others not happy around issue, what they have witnessed.

There been shouts around sackings, social media comments, written articles. Been unpleasant also some harsh criticism from the manger towards the fans.

The relationship is fractured, damaged, looks broken.

What can fix this. effort to improve results, kinder words, displays of trust and friendship are all being offered.

Will that be enough? Is that ever enough in damaged relationships, where communication has broken down?

But the world not always flowers, fruits, walks on the beach, and warm pints in the local.

 Each morning for last few weeks had this image which had for 20 years,(from visit to the Wallace collection in Manchester square London). Placed it in front of the TV , well to kind of inspire myself, stop me just engaging with news or TV then getting side tracked from the day.

Its actually worked it becomes something focus on for short while. Its not an icon , nor is it not an icon. 

Some people l know have issues with icons, However grown very much into being more open to assistance that Candles along with other images can bring as we attempt to be reflective.

Anyway this works for myself. Yesterday spent time , not enough, in the gallery of Yorkshire artist Tracy savage. More soon.

Change the tone a little.

Julie Nicholson, vicar at St Aidan with St George in Bristol, lives with husband Greg and her children Lizzie and Thomas, her other daughter Twenty-four year old Jenny living in London and engaged to boyfriend James. On July 7 2005, after phoning James, Jenny leaves for work on a different subway route to her usual, due to a fault on the Piccadilly line. This costs her her life as shortly afterwards she is one of 24 victims slain by bomber  at Edgeware Road station.

Been wanting to find the correct period to watch this DVD having seen the programme on the BBC, who when they make handle these subjects, actually do wonderful job. This was again the case. the topics difficult, but we must face harsh emotional, indeed the terror . 

The main focus coming to myself was the real, so very real issue of lose. That whole feeling of losing Hope, then coping with awfulness of losing a loved one so fatefully in such frightening way. 

Yes its handle with sensibility, folly of terrorists act, then the emotional journey with all that brings to focus.

Understand you may be thinking, well this is not cheerful subject. But the world not always flowers, fruits, walks on the beach, and warm pints in the local.

Its hard. its tough its pretty grim. LIFE Sometimes.

Inferred messages in modern medium helps us focus . Enables us to `arrest emotions`, deal with tough issues. At that moment you can find a focus via this medium.

Morning on Autumnal day in UK.

 Hope is a positive little step you take just to be you.

Not bad placed to start the day, News from coroner yesterday was difficult. Learning how very ill Matthew was in last few days. Not yet processed the words. Economic news never really got my juices flowing, but fair to say things not so dire.

Good morning, 

Hope is a positive little step you take just to be you.

 Is there a bar up there Where you've got a favourite chair

Where you sit with friends
And talk about the weather?
Is there a place you go
To watch the sunset and oh
Is there a song you just can't wait to share?
    Yeah I know ... 'you'll tell me when I get there'.