a hospital based drama showing the lit candles in another environment within acute settings ... a hospital is a diverse community along with the volunteers, caring companions and dementia areas of care, the league of friends and so forth ... the chaplain work one can assist in support ... the can dos of anyone who so wishes to maybe do ... at certain aspects of times in life ... it is not to put into words my thoughts so private in this ... where the dialect to actions did not work ... the logic not thought in the surrealness of no one to everyone floating about me ...
The conflict of times when not ready to deal with so much beyond comprehension
I could not follow this path .... I was sorely tested time and again by those in this line of belief, I can not always comprehend. This until a ministry tried to assist from a totally unknown source, I turned away initially when on the verge of going from this life ...
I appreciated it but it took a while to accept inline with the haze of detest of social activity I was reluncrant to face ... I wanted to curl up and just go ...
... and then of course a devout cousin who helped me without fully comprehending at the time in his quarters and my view and stand point in finding a tad of the way ... and all those experiences we had and still having in our divinely time very personal to each and everyone of us ...
In these times my Mum noticed the tone of my once kinda Dad surfacing, before he too encountered what we as a diverse family already knew ...
My papers and records of baptism are now in my pictorial timeline ... a Mum who continued the beliefs in line with all she signed in all those technical terms in raising us in accordance with the timely church guidance and direction embodied in our country ... while Dad was on a different level in this at that time in our births ...
I have so much now to show a daughter in my sketches, paintings, records of much in that enriching family history we carry. Where we are from, in our ancestors legacies, the creative education in life celebration and death line in diverse eras of individual and shared histories ...
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