That got me, and isn’t it a lovely even beautiful feeling. I had a homely sunlit breezy moment yesterday morning watching the clouds drift from my upstairs verandah.

I didn’t consciously understand that I was shaking the foundations of my premie belief system when I started to do so. What I did recognise was that I was in a state of inner conflict.

In a way, until that time I was a fence sitter in effect if not intent. I view it like there I was setting out to cross from one field to the next. And at that vulnerable moment climbing the stile, one leg over the fence, I paused to look at the sky and the face of god appeared upon a cloud.

Politely, I stopped to listen to what he had to say. One of the first things he said was that it was important that I should listen to what he had to say.

Eventually it didn’t matter what he had to say, however beguiling or even frightening. I had been sitting on the fence so long I was going numb and pins and needles or not had to move.

Navigating by my premie belief map, like a fly that’s fallen into a glass of beer, I made my way to the base of those pillars of certainty in order to discover the nature of the war and see if I could effect a peace.

Or to continue my view, I made it down that stile and into the next field.