Good day folks

Hi there and greetings to you all . Beings that its Sunday, I took my two sons to church. All Saints church in Luton. Where they are alter boys and I had to sing with gusto, as our congregation is small and the church building quite large. 


So, below is a photo of a painting I created yesterday. Together with my son we have just come up with the title.

   

WHAT IS THIS!

Truly it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

Having taken one of my sons back home to his mums, I now have his elder brother here. 
Doesn't matter which one is here, they both want the lions share of computer time and so I am going to make this blog short.

Hoping that you are at peace and know that you are loved. 
Your bro Peter.
    

Its a sunny Saturday. Blessings to all.

Good day to you my brothers and sisters. To those of you in Christ and those not yet, but are looking at this blog. The sun is shining and I will be driving off in a little while to take my two suns, (they are my shining lights.) sorry, thats sons, to the new swimming pool which has opened here in Luton.

                          Here is the sun shining on my window with the prayer flags.

My sister Viv came down yesterday from Sheffield and brought the three paintings of mine that she had taken to the framers. I have to say it shows them off vastly better than when they were just pictured laying on the floor.

    
Just as I have a lovely oak table I made around twenty years ago. At the time I wouldn't have considered it a reasonable expense, or necessarily had the money to buy one made to a design I liked by a cabinet maker.  

Here we are above. We can see the three pictures hung. Underneath the painting on the far right you can see a cabinet I made whilst in Broadmoor Special Hospital. Next to that on the left is the table with a draw on which both the knobs on the draw and the legs I had turned on a lathe.

I had a great session with Kate Rothwell my forensic art therapist. She took some wonderful photos documenting the process from start to finish of my work yesterday. Hopefully I shall remember to post them tomorrow. For now I would like to share some more photos I took whilst out yesterday.   

   Hey dogs, you are looking the wrong way.Eyes right, pies! The           
   dog at the front, which looked to me like a Great Dane with a    
   strong head, is infact a boar hound!

                           The good old days. Me thinks not. 

                    Nice brickwork on this cottage. I cant tell 
                    you exact age, but I would say at least two
                    hundred year and maybe as much as three,
                    or four. Small rooms and at the time proberbly
                    occupied by the likes of a butcher or a
                    carpenter. Now, more likely a solicitor or,
                    an architect. They look nice, but have small
                    rooms with little natural light. I am happy here
                    in my flat, with large windows. Okay, I should
                    like to have the flat located in this village, or
                    should I. Where I am is next to two parks and
                    its just a short walk into the town centre with a 
                    large shopping centre.

  
 Here is the village public house and standing outside are my sister             
   Viv and her lurcher dog, Zumi. Or is it Zoomie. I am not sure how
  to spell it. Also the dog has no idea, but responds to how it sounds!

              Here is a great shot of her running. Is it just me, or 
             does she look happy to you also?

   Above we can see a bird of prey that I am thankful to say, I shot      
   only with the camera. A sight people would have seen thousands                      
   years ago, up to the present day. In the background too small to    
   see, but aware of due to the vapour trails, are two jet planes, which  
   of course we would been able to see a hundred and fifty years ago,
   as;
   a) we were not alive. 
          and is there need for me to spell out 
   c) There were no sort of planes flying in the sky then.
              
                   b) is classified and not for general publication.
    Okay that was a little bit of my sense of humour coming out. 

I did want to share some more with you, but have to be off in a few minutes to drive and pick up the boys. 

There are a lot more photos I should like to share. Ones where Kate photographed the process of me working yesterday on three paintings!

Have a good day. May the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you now and always. Pass this on.

Your bro Peter.    

Fish on friday plus some photos I took this morning.

Good day. Greetings and blessings to you all.

Fish on Friday

"There is a certain mysticism in the christian`s affirmation of the physical universe. There is confidence that whatever is discovered conforms with Jesus Christ and is a manifestation of His will.

   - Gene Edward Veith Jr. Loving God with all your mind.

Faith does not accept limitation.

Practise compassion and forgiveness.

Have faith in our own way but have respect for others ways.

   - P G Kimble. Loving God with a brain-damaged mind. (yet to be written.)

The following is somethings that we can reflect on if we are feeling down, or we just want some assurance. 

1) I am not a loser. I am a child of God, and he loves me and is going to help me in every way. (combats the personal mis-explanations.)

I am convinced that nothing can

Separate us from God`s love.

  Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow. Not even the powers of hell can separate us from Gods love. No power in the sky above or the earth below - indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.

2) "This event is not going to be true for every area of my life, for God is in ultimate control and will bring good out of everything that happens". (combats the pervasive mis - explanations.)

3) "My future is not bleak, and life will not always be this way. God will never leave me or forsake me. There is no such thing as a hopeless future with God in the picture." (combats the permanent mis-explanations.

                                    God has said, "Never will I leave you." 

 There is surely a future for you,

 and your hope will not be cut off.

 He will have no fear of bad news;

 his heart is steadfast, trusting in the Lord.

                          *************************

I have been this morning to have one and a half hours forensic art therapy. Kate the therapist is so good at the job and has worked in special hospitals I believe, which meant when we started two years ago or so, she was not startled by the events of my personal history.

Anyway, good therapist, good job by her and me both. Here is the painting I done today.   O yes I took photos at stages where I would be happy to have it as a finished work once it dried, but then went on to work more. So having the photos to record the transformation.

 

Wow, that interesting, whats happened above?

Well my brothers and sisters. I am sorry that there wasn't enough time - as looking at this last picture the session was come to the end of its time - for me to then take close ups of each painting individually. My thanks to Kate for taking these photos whilst I was absorbed in my painting.

For sure you got a close up look at the process of my painting and if I remember the camera at the next session, then I can take some close ups to post. That will probably be in another three weeks time. To any of you who were wondering how much is costs for individual Forensic Art therapy sessions. It would depend on the quality and qualifications of the therapist I guess. Kate Rothwell is impeccable and has worked in special hospitals. As I myself am an ex-patient of Broadmoor Special Hospital and spent six years in residence there I can tell you the professionals in the various disciplines is world class. You have to remember that I was there in the period 1979 - 1985 and saw the changes taking place for the better.

Patients with learning difficulties were rarely being hit around the head whilst I was there. Only on one occasion for sure I was there when a nursing officer hit a patient with Downs syndrome around the head, just before he went into his mental health review tribunal. The patient was that angry which combined with the now total incoherent of angry outbursts, may have put paid to him getting a discharge on this occasion.

Looking back now one can say I ought to have spoken out. Back then I wasn't following a spiritual path and so probably weighed up that if I made complaints then I may have been locked up there for twenty years and not the six that I was. As I have said before, hindsight is a clever thing, but foresight is better! Anyway that is all in the past. Some of you may not have been born. Lucky you. I meant born back then, not been born at all otherwise its doubtful you would see this blog. Not beyond the realms of multi-universe ideas. Not that I personally propound those. All I know and not for sure is that I am here on planet Earth typing this with good thoughts for you reading this and all other beings. So Have a good weekend my brothers and sisters. Pass on the good news, that we are all so loved.

Your brother Peter.      

Thursday Post. Negativity sucks: POSITIVITY SUCCEEDS!

Peace and love to all beings Be sure to pass it on


                                Just getting on with things. Plough and plant, weed and reap.
                                                   This is my latest painting. Still drying!

    No Coward Soul is Mine

       No coward soul is mine,
     No trembler in the world`s  storm-troubled sphere:
          I see Heavens glories shine,
     And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

 - Emily Bronte

Hope
knows no fear.

Hope dares to blossom
Even inside the abysmal abyss

Hope secretly feeds
and strengthens
Promise

          - Sri Chimnoy.

My God is Love
And sweetly suffers all.

      Shri Aurobindo.

Now my brothers and sisters. I am sharing the words penned first by others who I have given just credit for their creation. 
Did I create my self.
Partly.
And there is a part I need to destroy.
That which is attached to worldly things.

My hope is that some of you, if not all who read this, can get past the ego, which wants to differentiate between self and all else.

Together

I am aware of this moment I am here and I am happy.
No thoughts of yesterday, nor worries about tomorrow.
Here now in this present moment I generate  feelings of joy and love.
  
If needs must we must shout again and again, that we are all one. Dont leave a soul behind. 
Dont abandon hope.

Abandon hope all ye who enter here, is from Dante's Divine comedy.
 It is also written above Dartmoor Prison here in England.

Again I say. 
Do not abandon hope.
You will arrive in the here and now.

One past time one midnight, whilst living in the Philippines I went swimming out to sea - heavy on my mind the loss of my late wife,Tracy.
What stopped me swimming out onwards to oblivion and turned me back to the beach, was the hope that if I survived there could be some good done by me, which with me dead would go undone would make our world less complete.

So now I am here in the now with you. 

Blessings peace and love be with you now and always. 

Its time to change, these worldly things.
Where the big society puts high value on designer labels and peak performance, where nothing less than 100% will do.
Big governments are heading for big inflation.
We put the big politicians with their big egos ( + big expenses) in power.
We are responsible for the state of the world.
Dont abandon hope.

Change your perception of the powers in this world.
Politicians cannot as could not King Canute change the inevitable.       
Don't give up hope and its never too late in the day to pray and meditate on love and forgiveness.     

Blessings peace and love be with you now and always.
Your brother Peter G Kimble

WED: The image we can see on todays blog does little justice to the real thing.

There, I said it on the heading for this post, yet what more can I do.
My hands are tied. I am here poking at the keyboard with my nose.
Joke lang. Lang, is a word I would use frequently the six years I lived in the Philippines.
 Philippines, arr. Named I presume in honour of king Philip of Spain. The people had a tough time under Spanish occupation. Then again it was dreadful for them in the second world war. The Japanese had control of much of the Philippines. Beings that there are over six thousand Islands though , there may have been some that escaped occupation. Umbot lang.

There aren't many advantages to living with a brain injury, but one is the freedom from paid occupation and being able to settle elsewhere other than in England, on a small local government pension. For the last few years though I have been back. My sons are benefiting from a government education, here in England. They are progressing well. My eldest son son was five years old when he first came here and could speak fluent Visayans, the language we spoke in Mindanao, in the southern Philippine Island. His younger brother was four years old and he too could speak both languages. Often their mother and I would go up to our land and the rest house, up the mountain on the edge of the city. Gaga our main helper would look after the boys at our house on the subdivision in the city, and she spoke only a few words of English and so would be constantly speaking to them in the native language! There were an old couple on the subdivision, Peter and Nan Shoton. Peter was a retired merchant seaman from england. Like me Peters first wife had died. They were in their seventies and for a long time we would see them every friday for a meal and a drink. That is us men would sit out side for a drink and a talk. The women would chat inside and see to the food.
There were some bad floods recently and Peter and Nan were swept away and drowned. Funny thing is that I didnt feel sad, as I believe they had had very full  and satisfying lives. My heart goes out more to all the infants and toddlers who had decades ahead of them and of course the parents who survived them to mourn their loss. Blooming heck, how can I get this blog a bit upbeat.

All I can think for now is to show you pictures of the painting done today and of which I am well pleased. I will say though that the photos dont do it justice. If you look at an actual painting and then a  photo of the painting, you will know what I am saying. 
  

This is the latest painting of mine which for today is called, `A homage to Beardsley.` 

I hope that its okay with you if I put loads more photos on now & no words. Its ART.

Bit of an androgynous face! 

Here above and below are shot with

the mirror image effect.

      This one sneaked in from another painting. 

Is it just me, or can you see masked figures with outstretched arms?

I suppose I am stretching out my arms in a way, welcoming you to look at my art and my life. 

I was just thinking of the pain many women go through in childbirth to bring new life into this world. How when my first wife took her own life, the resulting brain injury to me gave me first great physical pain, then psychological and emotional pain. Yet it resulted in a new birth for me in a way. The old  me died with her!

                                    Now all is new.

Blessings and Love be upon you all. Your bro Peter.