what's out your window?

a new dawn

a new day

dreaming big

and then I found 'the awesome book'
and dallas said remember

dream big dreams

so here is mine

looking out at the unreachable mountains

I ask my inventor son to make me one

but I'm sure it'll come out with a steam engine and funnel :)

that's my dream that goes with crocodiles pants and babel fish,

elephant ears that remember and a little less gravity to bounce.

my really big dream is

what if we all left a trail of love?

I may need some animation for that drawing

cos I'd want it to sparkle  * * *

but I know you can see it

already

a pact and a reminder

all I have = always enough

Out there I can tumble around and around

roaming and admiring

getting great ideas

inspiring

lost

but hey, enough already

thanks Rama

you snapped me back from the vortex

inspiration is one thing

but it's nothing without the integration

yeah stop and digest all that stuff

and still nothing without putting in some action

so I say to me

make a response. say hello. say hey thank you

then switch them off and
switch me on

How do you

get back to you?

snowed in

nowhere to go

I've dreamed of these days as much as the clear days

days to mull and ponder

days to dream and wander

What have I from all these years?

How can I help?

How can we play?

make your own mark

ok not mine :)

somewhere in here

grin factor

Ok so I'm not there yet

no pristine lines that stand out far from the crowd

just one of the mob

having a go

but having a go I am now

drawing a few lines

on the snow and in my book

trying not to always compare with others

but looking ahead for inspiration.

What a mix to find my own line within

It's bringing back all my years of surfing

and I hear myself say to my children

when they start to slump

you know you do your best skiing when you smile

and I remember

I call it

the grin factor

good morning new year

out my winter window in the morning

all bundled up in feathers I see my favourite mountain

I see a face that looks up to the sky

and three horses lined up beside

there's not so much snow this year

so my horses are looking a little lean from the snow rounded flanks I've known.

every place tells a story

as the aboriginals of my home will tell

what's the songline of this place?

the old local's probably knew

I think I'll make my own up

just like my own new year

some fresh snow

a fresh story

What's your story?

As you look in 

As you look out

what would you see . . .

Happy New Year