a lot has since been that post milestone ... a indication of a prognosis... many, many forms in paper words and images ... Most interesting how my inspired moments came to be .... In the very core of life in whatever I am doing in my wake and sleep time ... The inopportune times. The busy times elsewhere. In a middle of a conversation ... On a rickety bus in the middle of nowhere, sometimes the only one with a bus to ourselves. A speeding train, tilting in speed with my words. Knee deep in the ocean waves. At the top of the world. Or when I lose my footing, slipping down a muddy bank. The non graceful walk on narrow ledges, these days. Or taking a slide, across slippery surfaces, deliberately. The rasping cackle that amuses the family.
The child like wonder at rediscovering life ... Are we there yet ...? Fiddling, not bothered now if it is inappropriate... And those camera clicks, as I walk this path too ... that is a whole other story ...
... like many too who tell of life on a public bench, in a waiting room, queue apologies, What is in your shopping basket? ... living on your own ... speals volumes with fellow shoppers from absolutely all walks of life .. the chat up lines ... the flirting ... the odd behaviour and secret life and the pattern of life in chunks of time throughout the day ... In a supermarket, a cinema, a shopping mall, in the middle of no where, the beach, a bus, a park, a hospital, a funeral home ... and those waiting rooms ... The cosiest in a market town somewhere in Kernow ...
My daughter; like me, like many, a pattern and people noticer ...
