Norman Allan : the story for Ezra
book three: towards joy
chapter one: God in the Tree

Chapter 1: God in the Tree

As summer ended we sat an evening hour on the porch. I bitched about Tee's guru. "Don't complain," said Ezra.
     "Don't slag the guru?" I asked.
     "Don't slag the guru!"
      Good thing you said that, Ee. I've a dozen little snide comments to round out my sketch of Ez. (1) I had managed, earlier in the summer, to read NA:tsfE:B2 Chapter 5: Spring 2015 (2), which was written in part to bring Ee up to date, but the unfinished Chapter 6, we tangented off...
     "Book Three should be the good things. Towards joy. I'll commission that!" Ah, did we set a fee?
     Did we fold back into our discussion/arguement about whether God is just the good, just the benign Lord that Ezra sees in the light, and in the shade, Who talks to Ez.
      My "God" is all and everything: everything that is possible: so my God is responsible for everything, for Auschwitz as well as flowers and smiles.
     Ee went pensive. "Things go better if you agree."
     Yes, Ez. I agreed. And things went better.

I wrote in Chapter 6 how Ezra suggested I go out into the city streets. Become an artist of the streets, of the people. "Show your work and let people see you working. Put out a hat." And in Chapter 6: the substance of Life, and Painting the City I've documented the first few outings, including this below...

At the corner of Augusta and Oxford....