tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6628796732025246282024-03-13T16:37:29.357+00:00ReverieThoughts and interconnectionsReveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-87674300468169135042012-03-20T21:18:00.000+00:002012-03-20T21:24:07.337+00:00Chaplain of Lego<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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New role is surprising, varied and delightful!<br />
And I must say Lego is not what it used to be.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-87871600114064065662011-11-02T09:47:00.018+00:002011-11-02T20:13:01.901+00:00Our Task - to make a difference<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yMuLGLsCE2YLWn4l68pINmbWnwrQ1UGYVw1_a5Rt9tUI9IjowVQbx4-FZRa-j0uiJmdNM352oVyKs9qgYb0hYC8R2_Ets2IUkQ9pTI_jsK_LL134QO8m7tKIJmOcY-_pJn_sU57tMZM/s1600/Overthe.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2yMuLGLsCE2YLWn4l68pINmbWnwrQ1UGYVw1_a5Rt9tUI9IjowVQbx4-FZRa-j0uiJmdNM352oVyKs9qgYb0hYC8R2_Ets2IUkQ9pTI_jsK_LL134QO8m7tKIJmOcY-_pJn_sU57tMZM/s200/Overthe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670485193714491586" /></a>Our airways have been filled with the story of the St Paul's Cathedral and the tented protesters. All at the Tuesday bible study discussed some of the issues at length. Why would you shut a church and have a private service behind closed doors? Where is the evidence of the chaplains moving through the tents, possible just out of sight of the cameras?<br /><br />Concern was raised that poverty is often much more than lacking money - some are in poverty because they have no liberty, or perhaps are trapped by circumstances - and more. <br /><br />We ended with the wise and beautiful benediction -<br /><blockquote><strong>Go forth into the world in peace: <br />be of good courage; <br />hold fast that which is good; <br />render no one evil for evil; <br />strengthen the fainthearted; <br />support the weak; <br />help the afflicted; <br />honour all people; <br />love and serve the Lord, <br />rejoicing in the power of the Holy Spirit. </strong></blockquote>There are many people looking on the whole sorry state of affair around the Cathedral and wondering What Would Jesus Do ? Indeed - these words can be seen in some of the news shots. Matthew 25v31-end has much to say about our task.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-52253603422292095642011-10-30T15:07:00.012+00:002011-10-30T15:40:56.205+00:00Soak yourself in Scripture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiku2PAcMvFNcQ_IbU5QYfsLdt4yoXg4QvihK2h3g2eByyWfJX2Mi7_urURyd8u0Z54kTRh2yRPYZZXFLmz59vSS9BbRG0g_TWyt22I435KePBgJImnDBoJ4GOwXNxwil1t1RLJ13rEFx4/s1600/ready+to+be+soaked.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiku2PAcMvFNcQ_IbU5QYfsLdt4yoXg4QvihK2h3g2eByyWfJX2Mi7_urURyd8u0Z54kTRh2yRPYZZXFLmz59vSS9BbRG0g_TWyt22I435KePBgJImnDBoJ4GOwXNxwil1t1RLJ13rEFx4/s200/ready+to+be+soaked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669303545562483058" /></a>Soak yourself in Scripture - what a phrase - When I read these words in Martin Hogan's blog I found myself wondering at what it must be like to have never heard or read the scriptures. <br /><br />The Bible is full of stories, histories, law, and letters - as well as prose and verse - each with their particular purpose for the life of the People of God. To focus on one small part and not to engage with others can leave gaping holes in understanding.<br /><br />It was my privilege to be sent to a little school called Lyonsdown, rather longer ago than I would like to admit, in North London. Our headmistress was Mrs Sortain and Mrs Sortain was gifted with the ability to tell stories. Each morning, in assembly, we sang a hymn, said prayers AND listened to a story. Little people love a good story - and I remember vividly listening to the story of Esther, and eagerly wanting the next morning to come to hear what happened! Storytelling done by those who are especially gifted is a delight to the hearers. Whether it was Esther, or Daniel, or the story of Ruth or Jonah, or the birth of Jesus and his miracles - Mrs Sortain was able to bring them alive.<br /><br />Today I meet people who have little or no idea of the treasure trove of story within the covers of the Bible - many will know the 'Thou shalt nots' of the commandments - many too will know the disagreements that come from different interpretations of one or two verses (usually in the letters to specific churches, we know as the Epistles).<br /><br />Jumping into the Scriptures can be a joy, and will often be a challenge, and I am thankful as I remember that special lady who enabled me to delight in the word of God.<br /><br /><a href="http://martinhogan.blogspot.com/"></a>Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-14389194977336630912011-10-27T11:24:00.012+01:002011-10-27T13:55:44.263+01:00Audacitor - Madeira - Canaries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKhQQv4jZt8bGD-oNbhJTsFDrA5TydHW5SSYrW70-b5T6TLAr4YSggdIevIa8KyRfb7la4ZWpTTsg_1FB-N2moSCBkiB3hUTX1wxdHueuAhGjl-vxGG2_kIGm5qvkdilKZnvJuV7G9ug/s1600/iomwavesgjds85.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKhQQv4jZt8bGD-oNbhJTsFDrA5TydHW5SSYrW70-b5T6TLAr4YSggdIevIa8KyRfb7la4ZWpTTsg_1FB-N2moSCBkiB3hUTX1wxdHueuAhGjl-vxGG2_kIGm5qvkdilKZnvJuV7G9ug/s200/iomwavesgjds85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668118012965312946" /></a><br />From early delight to Oceanmaster - time does fly - only seems yesterday he was on Castletown beach enjoying the ripples of the tide! Gordon is off to Madeira to help take Audacitor to the Canaries. Phil has had to return. Gareth and Dickon are shorthanded. Skype is set up so no expensive 'roaming' - phoning.<br /><br />A prayer I have found, for all on Audacitor, in one of David Adam's books, thought to be from the Hebrides ~<br /><strong><blockquote>Round our skiff<br />be God's aboutness<br />Ere she try<br />the depsth of sea<br />Sea-shell frail<br />for all her stoutness<br />Unless Thou<br />her helmsman be</blockquote></strong>During our various adventures of life, whether on the water or dry land, our companion, refuge and guide remains the same - <em>the 'Thou' the Almighty </em>- occasionally recognised.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-62953293848063757062011-10-26T11:29:00.035+01:002011-10-26T23:07:06.284+01:00Bible Study<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCIQMgCYOnrw5Jy6rXLLh6OxR15ScKCINsbklxCVJo6Ozz_IoGq0i_lIajB5FNUhjj3h0U0F5DXY73wmJCZpo-zK0sEXRdyUZ0NCQqDY5SFD6QzwKtYCJ-bIx20u4iR7pYQhgZMP-QwQM/s1600/bible+in+hand.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCIQMgCYOnrw5Jy6rXLLh6OxR15ScKCINsbklxCVJo6Ozz_IoGq0i_lIajB5FNUhjj3h0U0F5DXY73wmJCZpo-zK0sEXRdyUZ0NCQqDY5SFD6QzwKtYCJ-bIx20u4iR7pYQhgZMP-QwQM/s200/bible+in+hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667747533735934722" /></a><br />Opening up the Bible is part of the vocation as a Christian. Tuesday Bible study group are working their way through Paul's letter to the church in Philippi. Taking time, together, to read His Word offers much more than encouragement, it gives an opportunity to discover how God is working in others' lives - The same is true of taking time to pray and to listen, <em>alone</em> with Him - <br /><br />We are living though turbulent times - so it is even more important to put time aside to attend to the purposes of God. As I began my conscious journey, all those years ago, when a part of Koinonia we were encouraged to have Quiet Times (QT) daily. As a priest there is the promise to attend to the Daily Office - following the Lectionary, that is the readings set for the day Morning and Evening Prayer. It is this rhythm that sustains and continues to surprise me in just how closely the Lectionary fits the moment.<br /><blockquote>Your word is a lamp to my feet<br />And a light to my path.<br /><em>Psalm 119v105</em></blockquote>As we see the markets tumble, unrest in places that were once settled, political turmoil across the world the words of verse 127 of the same seem to to be highlighted. <strong>- Truly I love your commandments more than gold, more than fine gold -</strong>Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-38611675003257879252011-10-22T15:18:00.017+01:002011-10-22T16:37:50.970+01:00Chaplaincy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxU8-8c42Di7vyoi5vyTYyhYMqvKTDEadSDgw-Uiqtekr2OQvRgUoThx8vwfyYHcNZaphAWKyAxQvjUyNqsh3JCoBUzqMFOPwShY-hJ6FdAfn6LKM2NDmnZaumlR-2CY8Ul1H6FurFmHM/s1600/squadron+2467.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxU8-8c42Di7vyoi5vyTYyhYMqvKTDEadSDgw-Uiqtekr2OQvRgUoThx8vwfyYHcNZaphAWKyAxQvjUyNqsh3JCoBUzqMFOPwShY-hJ6FdAfn6LKM2NDmnZaumlR-2CY8Ul1H6FurFmHM/s200/squadron+2467.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666330541220825698" /></a><br /><strong>To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life </strong><br /> <em>Robert Louis Stevenson</em><br /><br />Over the past 5 years I have been Chaplain to 2467 Squadron of the ATC - distance prevents frequent visits, but there <em>is</em> skype! Accompanying the young men and women through these formative years is a real privilege.<br /><br />I have come to know many able young people, some of faith and all on the journey of discovery. <em>You only get out of things what you are prepared to put in</em> ... as the saying goes and ATC, SU, to name two, are great organisations for youth. (There are others, too).<br /><br />As a teenager I was part of a large youth group, called Koinonia. This was a lively organisation - and one which gave a great foundation, not just for faith, but life itself. Within its structure there were people who undertook a chaplaincy role, though might not have used that term. These were trustworthy people who had the ability to encourage, as well as the patience to listen, and gently direct those in their care.<br /><br />Indeed these gifts of encouragement and patience are essential for those who put time aside to walk with young and old alike.<br /><br />Thank you to those I knew in my youth, and thank you, too, to the youth who encourage me today.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-16025715852898711182011-09-30T12:40:00.011+01:002011-10-22T16:42:59.787+01:00Audaciter - Blessing for Voyage<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJPrGMFu93A3-E3dHxl7ElukJXBsSGLP1FgAU0xiEjJtDbGMtGUrb0k4hRJdQGh9MXG3ntxmWGdGrunoibYh8u4EJf-7ktqZT-PbMr7UhBj4RcKegs7_FU4nxgTyp1xgeFf91RUQad8Y/s1600/Audaciter+%2526+Salar%252C+Mylor+September+2011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJPrGMFu93A3-E3dHxl7ElukJXBsSGLP1FgAU0xiEjJtDbGMtGUrb0k4hRJdQGh9MXG3ntxmWGdGrunoibYh8u4EJf-7ktqZT-PbMr7UhBj4RcKegs7_FU4nxgTyp1xgeFf91RUQad8Y/s320/Audaciter+%2526+Salar%252C+Mylor+September+2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658203312290558626" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gordon's yachtmaster companion Gareth has finally begun his ocean odyssey ~ Audaciter slipped her moorings early this morning. <br /><br />Audaciter had been 'up the valley' in Mylor for the last week alongside 'Salmo Salar' the wooden prototype to my father's Moody 40 <strong><em><strong>Delfin Salar </strong></em></strong>. You can just see Salmo at the edge of the photo. It is curious how weavings of history seem to happen - this sailing history which is a strong part of our family DNA.<br /><br />Audaciter's rudder was being renewed. The tradewind 39, also, has a new mast, rigging and sails after dismasting at the beginning of her trip last year. She has been delayed by 12 months. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpUQmaVLNy2JdN7uMw6Rnoc25cisoc0CSY67UFNlMSNiHXkSFtx5klFAo0SI-z5wL9Hh8DIwCb4mi0OKDKDTU0ZVvGDqTG6r05FsoH6ru2_G9A3UPsai1XnFst77F6nMp4nAxv2wDU64/s1600/L1020600.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpUQmaVLNy2JdN7uMw6Rnoc25cisoc0CSY67UFNlMSNiHXkSFtx5klFAo0SI-z5wL9Hh8DIwCb4mi0OKDKDTU0ZVvGDqTG6r05FsoH6ru2_G9A3UPsai1XnFst77F6nMp4nAxv2wDU64/s320/L1020600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658207166043027138" /></a><br /><br />But this has given us an opportunity to become acquainted with her and to get to know her new owners and crew - Gareth, Phil and Dicken. <br /><br />While awaiting launching it was possible to pray blessings for her and her crew - for a safe voyage and pilgrimage. May the Lord bless them all ~<br /><br />Deep peace of the running wave to you<br />Deep peace of the flowing air to you<br />Deep peace of the quiet earth to you<br />Deep peace of the shining stars to you<br />Deep peace of the gentle night to you<br />Moon and stars pour their healing light on you<br />Deep peace of Christ<br />The light of the world to you<br />Deep peace of Christ to you. <br /><br />We will be following her blog with interest.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-68160024932127384232011-09-30T12:22:00.004+01:002011-09-30T12:32:28.094+01:00Ocean Master<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCPU4ema2K2JoU6coodmRW9YyapSiHLBoEXU3plKDlaj0XKK_3GRphWwPQ_sziSRdEXOiJF_Vwfe3sCw5-bo57VUHwM0JHDbhsj7B4nLBXt75wCesUZPs1nhSuKcTB1tIU-1KlQ9eyKM/s1600/ally+%2526+Gordon+BVI+Feb+2011+1203.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCPU4ema2K2JoU6coodmRW9YyapSiHLBoEXU3plKDlaj0XKK_3GRphWwPQ_sziSRdEXOiJF_Vwfe3sCw5-bo57VUHwM0JHDbhsj7B4nLBXt75wCesUZPs1nhSuKcTB1tIU-1KlQ9eyKM/s200/ally+%2526+Gordon+BVI+Feb+2011+1203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658113551692454322" /></a><br /><br />Tickets ... tickets ... tickets<br /><br />Oceanmaster - CongratulationsReveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-50092982559909875172011-04-24T19:52:00.007+01:002011-04-24T20:08:06.664+01:00Word Cloud for Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0oWoJAToDsgbT5Q02vRm-VdhMs_mSLyr7ReAwZ21o4U5Ov242R9nVZW7ReK2Z9RI7lZr4K3T3ePJ5TLZXwoe31V8aMR3cpSQj5auQCZh6jbrP6pb6H52MXeUZiTMulvOO9karqj7WOI/s1600/word+cloud+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ0oWoJAToDsgbT5Q02vRm-VdhMs_mSLyr7ReAwZ21o4U5Ov242R9nVZW7ReK2Z9RI7lZr4K3T3ePJ5TLZXwoe31V8aMR3cpSQj5auQCZh6jbrP6pb6H52MXeUZiTMulvOO9karqj7WOI/s320/word+cloud+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599225868730664994" /></a><br />I stumpled upon a site called Wordle, which creates word clouds from texts, as I was preparing for this mornings sermon. So I put todays Gospel Reading of John 20:1-18 and ...<br />No Easter bunny required!<br /><br />Visit http://www.wordle.net/ to make your ownReveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-91570104473753465632010-11-28T17:49:00.017+00:002010-11-29T00:21:23.349+00:00Keep Awake!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXu1IoCjrvj9odjKILjjNuqz4UfTpTB8gELuXmLtL8Pq8E2zYgx3RNshAclufPK6nuO1FLs-Tq2Zpx62LjJ6-KvQhH4PNulTqwdpSsIgQuw8XNjMsIbs0gL8Lt_uQbHyVuXU4jU30Df5Q/s1600/winterwonder+160.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXu1IoCjrvj9odjKILjjNuqz4UfTpTB8gELuXmLtL8Pq8E2zYgx3RNshAclufPK6nuO1FLs-Tq2Zpx62LjJ6-KvQhH4PNulTqwdpSsIgQuw8XNjMsIbs0gL8Lt_uQbHyVuXU4jU30Df5Q/s200/winterwonder+160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544758897343363330" /></a><br />Advent Sunday is a great day in the calendar we have stepped into the season of anticipation. Today has been especially so.<br /><br />It's been bitterly cold with snow falling outside it was good to be cosily enclosed in St Mary's on the Harbour. A few had braved the elements and slippery roads to celebrate the beginning of the season. <br /><br />Each year I am thankful for living quite a long way north in the Northern Hemisphere as its dark nights and shorter days seem to add to the season. Castletown is Latitude N 54° 07' 24" Longitude W 04° 06' 14" so the days are short and will get shorter as we approach the Christmas day. This mornings alarm clock was a rude awakening and served as a stark reminder of what Advent is about - we must not be tempted to press the snooze button! We do not know when He will return. Will we be ready? <br /><br />In preparation for today I stumbled across this site. It's well worth a look ... www.AdventConspiracy.orgReveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-23819563206945906442010-10-30T20:29:00.024+01:002010-11-18T16:40:06.211+00:00Big Silence<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqDz7WD8B6-tTMnQ0wLM-zoFlUWcKh6kDRwrAxkrpGY-YFYLwhqRS0JyFzvHk5MjrnhyphenhyphenFQCVHre-RuWd2T9JDNpIouHalNuErI4H9t6yKufuvzaRoUUPSQyAG5mve3oKJNNeMHI8p3iY/s1600/melrose+A+doorway.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqDz7WD8B6-tTMnQ0wLM-zoFlUWcKh6kDRwrAxkrpGY-YFYLwhqRS0JyFzvHk5MjrnhyphenhyphenFQCVHre-RuWd2T9JDNpIouHalNuErI4H9t6yKufuvzaRoUUPSQyAG5mve3oKJNNeMHI8p3iY/s200/melrose+A+doorway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533923852237710482" /></a><br />Our recent visit to the Borders, of Scotland allowed us to do the touristy bit. The ruins of abbeys are treasures waiting to be discovered. The monks of Melrose have left many traces to explore and savour. Here generations of faithful lived out their calling and left their marks. There are traces of a lively community and many little side chapels with their separate piscines - each a place for particular prayer. I was reminded that silence is a treasured part of monastic life. <br /><br />Perhaps in an effort to seal out the rush and puff of everyday activity a wall was built between the religious enclosure and that of the lay people. I wondered what it would have been like living near the monastry in another age. <br /><br />In the wall there is a doorway through which you would have had to pass get to the monks 'enclosure' - overhead as you cross the threshold there is this image ofChrist's face - reminding me of St Patrick's Breaastplate. <br /><blockquote>Christ be with me, Christ within me,<br />Christ behind me, Christ before me,<br />Christ beside me, Christ to win me,<br />Christ to comfort and restore me.<br />Christ beneath me, Christ above me,<br />Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,<br />Christ in hearts of all that love me,<br />Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.</blockquote><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvosK5oD6E2yeCrNqREDiMx7iF8exuA_Y7mTMfCEinPOuWOjQkcWn1G5K5tBSW7jwdcjW8Co-yK9M6-6pvwzaIEM2YkuqTe6_414JPULVSefK3_zTvRVFoGF6RqeP8WapTr5_okmkQDGs/s1600/Christ+above+me.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvosK5oD6E2yeCrNqREDiMx7iF8exuA_Y7mTMfCEinPOuWOjQkcWn1G5K5tBSW7jwdcjW8Co-yK9M6-6pvwzaIEM2YkuqTe6_414JPULVSefK3_zTvRVFoGF6RqeP8WapTr5_okmkQDGs/s200/Christ+above+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533932128286056034" /></a>Recent mini series entitled 'The Big Silence' saw a handful of people, whose very busy lives meant they had little or no time to discover peace and quiet, introduced to silence first of Worth Abbey and then to the Retreat House of St Buenos. Each found refreshment and encounter. <br /><br />The above average temperature, superb seasonal colours and glorious autumn sun were all combined to refresh and encourage this pilgrim.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-37405992227382973902010-10-30T12:03:00.009+01:002010-10-30T13:16:27.379+01:00Bother!Have just deleted accidently the post I was working on!Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-48190247775520274532010-10-27T12:33:00.005+01:002010-10-27T23:43:24.010+01:00Thoughtfulness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfct188-oYnVJA2nI_lFmLd-6I5CM0rMkHa6Di0TcY5mq71eXdyT42wlB1C6hDwDISXFjxMhl-GHEZVYmqsc9jBpGNgk_e6ehC3b7xcMzv24xT99Umw4Xj7WZ7uoj2g9MAC4wjIVoxWQA/s1600/assortment+635.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfct188-oYnVJA2nI_lFmLd-6I5CM0rMkHa6Di0TcY5mq71eXdyT42wlB1C6hDwDISXFjxMhl-GHEZVYmqsc9jBpGNgk_e6ehC3b7xcMzv24xT99Umw4Xj7WZ7uoj2g9MAC4wjIVoxWQA/s200/assortment+635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532688567457333554" /></a>On our recent visit across I lost my little wallet! We had stopped off in Knutsford Services for a cuppa, comfort break and a short walk,<br /> around the perimeter for Wizzy to investigate the smells. Juggling paper cups, car keys and dog, I put the wallet on the roof of the car.<br /><br />Two hours later, in the Cotswolds, I realised what I'd done - phoned the police and services - and then cancelled the cards.<br /><br />On our return I found a padded envelope which included the wallet and this note:<br /><blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Hello,<br />Found your wallet in the carpark of a service station on the M6 but unfortunately I couldn't find you or an Isle of Man car.<br />I realise that you have probably cancelled them but here they are and you can at least be sure that they are safe and unused.<br />Kind regards,<br />Paul</blockquote>Am so delighted to have it back, and to be on the receiving end of the kindness of 'Paul' - He did not address his note so am unable to contact him. Nevertheless - Thank you Paul. <br /><br />Worth remembering that there as some truly thoughtful people around.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-82594509851352051862010-10-22T23:08:00.002+01:002010-10-27T23:46:08.702+01:00Mellow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshug-he5DCrG3bjBOEF0AvGzHWytvbCWnH3y3RZ46HwzcrLTbgZgcjDs6Kh0IhutXmLMQPgS07frGL_0EeJQytgkijy5C_iH71x6pRSTMn_LaEjBug4YfVUX8zV3jV0ohFpYC6HXlqTik/s1600/dryburgh+abbey2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgshug-he5DCrG3bjBOEF0AvGzHWytvbCWnH3y3RZ46HwzcrLTbgZgcjDs6Kh0IhutXmLMQPgS07frGL_0EeJQytgkijy5C_iH71x6pRSTMn_LaEjBug4YfVUX8zV3jV0ohFpYC6HXlqTik/s320/dryburgh+abbey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530987119429520642" /></a><br />This years' season of mists and mellow fruitfulness has been delightful. The colours so deep, rich and warm. It has always puzzled me that some don't like this time of year. It can be cold and windy ... but the scenery makes up for so much.<br /><br />The first verse of Keats poem to Autumn, which my husband loves and often quotes at this time of year:<br /><br />Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, <br /> Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; <br />Conspiring with him how to load and bless <br /> With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; <br />To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, <br /> And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; <br /> To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells <br /> With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, <br />And still more, later flowers for the bees, <br />Until they think warm days will never cease, <br /> For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. <br /><br />The tranquility of Dryburgh Abbey managed to reach deeply into my heart - refreshing those neglected corners. It's easy to understand why the monks of old, saints from earlier centuries, chose this place for contemplation and prayer. Though the ravages of the reformation and conflict have left ruins, the timelessness marks of the Creator remain. In our very busy lives - some might say <em>too</em> busy lives it is good to take time aside for restoration. Here is a place to which I will return.<br /><br />Even Wizzy was delighted with her outing - we were furnished with a special biodegradable doggie poo bag!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPJAG6TeCRCDmnpDr-CmaX24A4LZP6Pk3sRUiav16e5IF6rhIJtt8fE5zzHrG-zWzPtpF6ShX3LgJ0xRz0TTvXDG7latW8WIXHW8ryqMoBHmkBiMXAVQt4Rg1lGZu2gYWorMQuN2VeDOHX/s1600/autumn+colours.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPJAG6TeCRCDmnpDr-CmaX24A4LZP6Pk3sRUiav16e5IF6rhIJtt8fE5zzHrG-zWzPtpF6ShX3LgJ0xRz0TTvXDG7latW8WIXHW8ryqMoBHmkBiMXAVQt4Rg1lGZu2gYWorMQuN2VeDOHX/s200/autumn+colours.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530987893770373218" /></a><br /><blockquote></blockquote><em></em>Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-90924143968456249112010-06-04T00:14:00.005+01:002010-06-04T00:31:25.003+01:00AfloatIvor's Lawley Tender<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazTRPIbds_VHc09esylKaeiojBpbzQsFcw0D9D_RuadjHg_4y4eQJrsI8x-U-q0mgg0FYpMA5ZV3n8P41Qzr6ASi3qZs1-zt8KTmiukZJH0346zW2aDlfIFdRpI5mDOHSuOvOseIX4jk/s1600/P6010111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazTRPIbds_VHc09esylKaeiojBpbzQsFcw0D9D_RuadjHg_4y4eQJrsI8x-U-q0mgg0FYpMA5ZV3n8P41Qzr6ASi3qZs1-zt8KTmiukZJH0346zW2aDlfIFdRpI5mDOHSuOvOseIX4jk/s320/P6010111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478690294889694162" /></a><br /> <br />She sits neatly on the water, and has a grace that arises from both craftsmanship and design. <br />Her owners have named her Zephyr - a light Easterly wind. Appropriate name for a tiny vessel that glides almost effortlessly over the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6EszaItBsfHU8Tr-_HZbdyrQF7_tc2hTEk1plBOT3ktYV7qBCp75-ggYL2yc4PjO5Tim1cdyHapC_EtMnyA5B9TeETLYKujbwjoatsCmd9Ljj5SN5eb6sfq6U3ijURUw201UQzlBqYk/s1600/P6010116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6EszaItBsfHU8Tr-_HZbdyrQF7_tc2hTEk1plBOT3ktYV7qBCp75-ggYL2yc4PjO5Tim1cdyHapC_EtMnyA5B9TeETLYKujbwjoatsCmd9Ljj5SN5eb6sfq6U3ijURUw201UQzlBqYk/s320/P6010116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478693148637081986" /></a>Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-67349246714841958372010-06-02T02:09:00.006+01:002010-06-02T03:42:28.645+01:00Bless this Boat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4StNtHpnA0saI6FMkqgqSHaFX9dk4VrHxuK8Iuqqpheohb1BCz2v9N-Dy-bg6CbOc_ENMWwfFpmVTR2DrvJSm77KhhCnmXuYGVcpbuFAzMdgCRAxNDV3VATRKINaGVqWWaoOzLLbSm1A/s1600/IMG_1371.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4StNtHpnA0saI6FMkqgqSHaFX9dk4VrHxuK8Iuqqpheohb1BCz2v9N-Dy-bg6CbOc_ENMWwfFpmVTR2DrvJSm77KhhCnmXuYGVcpbuFAzMdgCRAxNDV3VATRKINaGVqWWaoOzLLbSm1A/s200/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477995583978868770" /></a>Two years of training at the IYRS in Newport RI has finally come to fruition. Patience in abundance, hours of fun and loads of new skills have been honed. Today this pretty Lawley Tender has been blessed and launched. Ivor and his current workmate Beattie have put in four or five hundred hours from March to today. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWKU7RHLWcPVd-91E9qeEmoApXBtuo2rmqrAg4ACAzoZkexaS84UJdZAk-b1FAkdtp_RS6AMlqbXXi1eZfPt8EJdv3SAMoR6TcxskwmhdWLybLvDAgM0JartSTYTmUfIRUr8YfPAGpe0/s1600/P6010051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWKU7RHLWcPVd-91E9qeEmoApXBtuo2rmqrAg4ACAzoZkexaS84UJdZAk-b1FAkdtp_RS6AMlqbXXi1eZfPt8EJdv3SAMoR6TcxskwmhdWLybLvDAgM0JartSTYTmUfIRUr8YfPAGpe0/s320/P6010051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477997367569460898" /></a><br /><br />Her intricate design has been augmented with beautiful finishing touches - inset brass fittings, hand made screws and layers and layers of varnish add to the overall beauty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish8Z9qXWq2hJv-ZyAd46IHIeBSQPptBglhinUf7kBoNguGZaMbV7VwGyH0VE22o53fB6ctGId6P51lVihDA6K5V_flG2F7emLRV-CG9ZkYVswYOvFZSNzHI2DynO_UZuNgugX6kmbcpE/s1600/P6010090.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEish8Z9qXWq2hJv-ZyAd46IHIeBSQPptBglhinUf7kBoNguGZaMbV7VwGyH0VE22o53fB6ctGId6P51lVihDA6K5V_flG2F7emLRV-CG9ZkYVswYOvFZSNzHI2DynO_UZuNgugX6kmbcpE/s200/P6010090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477978681743795330" /></a><br />A good day to launch with some family - to celebrate good friends around along with a bottle of champagne and a laurel wreath courtesy of the owners! Bless this boat and all her journeying.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-10582529616712656312010-03-03T23:37:00.008+00:002010-03-04T01:14:53.710+00:00Still Here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM84Tn89lhHnD7URX-Mn9IsgLuDFGEl66_gR6ZDi3967YmDM7K25n55tpizEnKpx5vnV1xzE1UR96BnWJoNE6AHO81cJiqQ7RYQqdRJ-Exa8MKHeCVMkBLFbgLpdpoyZyh4MuK07dI8rU/s1600-h/snaefell+before+the+heavy+snow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM84Tn89lhHnD7URX-Mn9IsgLuDFGEl66_gR6ZDi3967YmDM7K25n55tpizEnKpx5vnV1xzE1UR96BnWJoNE6AHO81cJiqQ7RYQqdRJ-Exa8MKHeCVMkBLFbgLpdpoyZyh4MuK07dI8rU/s200/snaefell+before+the+heavy+snow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444575841849351410" /></a>It's been a while since the last posting. I assure you I am still here.<br /><br />They say this has been the coldest winter for 30 years. It HAS been perishing. Even today a walk out with Wizzy and hubby meant putting on layers upon layers of clothing to keep from getting cold. I had so much on I think I must have looked like the michelin man! <br /><br />It's been quite a contrast to last winter. Then we were battered almost constantly with storms and this year it's been loads of snow. I haven't got a close up photo of the recent snow, but here's one taken during a foray 'north' when the Mountain Road was open.<br /><br />There's still much snow on the mountains, and I don't think the road has reopened.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSO3liauJRIL5OqNgBTnLMNKhv2nK-4BNfZ11v46jY5JPM9Uf6VBwvqQvtoY4LHLdExs96uELAYiQ_-LLNlH3PVPXbUPSaTzbf3mqKPy6SobffM8xQKKc3f32C2yaFolZqfBhdg3AbOvE/s1600-h/IMG_2876.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSO3liauJRIL5OqNgBTnLMNKhv2nK-4BNfZ11v46jY5JPM9Uf6VBwvqQvtoY4LHLdExs96uELAYiQ_-LLNlH3PVPXbUPSaTzbf3mqKPy6SobffM8xQKKc3f32C2yaFolZqfBhdg3AbOvE/s200/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444576844667855394" /></a>The prolonged winter-wonderland has delayed many spring flowers. Although there are snow drops to be seen, these brave souls are by the river in Ballasalla, our daffodils have only managed to push their leaves through into the open air and we still await those buds which hold springs' promise.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-76227320741049232192010-01-25T16:36:00.005+00:002010-01-25T17:18:03.832+00:00Favourite Hymn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsC91Shp88VsTaoHl2d39dzz9rss_pz9CLPMELwLgGUDLCBs2RsnHM61pEtVc8wkT4lkzotMJqTXC_IlAsYe6dE8AaY80X1BWpxWEkT_xygb-RSuTKlOEQvlKUvIRpWIS42Exy8ziNrY/s1600-h/pathway1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsC91Shp88VsTaoHl2d39dzz9rss_pz9CLPMELwLgGUDLCBs2RsnHM61pEtVc8wkT4lkzotMJqTXC_IlAsYe6dE8AaY80X1BWpxWEkT_xygb-RSuTKlOEQvlKUvIRpWIS42Exy8ziNrY/s200/pathway1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430724335075034530" /></a><br />Which would you chose? Over the years there have been many favourites. Each special markers along the pathway of faith. One particularly is - O Jesus I have promised to serve thee to the end. The first line characterises the response to The Call.<br /><br />As I moved to my last post I chose the terrific 21st century one - In Christ Alone - the words resonate with the ministry I was called to exercise in that place, as well as the move to this place.<br /> <blockquote>In Christ Alone my hope is found<br />He is my light, my strength, my song;<br />This Cornerstone, this solid Ground,<br />Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.<br />What heights of love, what depths of peace,<br />When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!<br />My Comforter, my All in All,<br />Here in the love of Christ I stand. </blockquote><br />It's taken time to see clearly the Hand of God in all that took place, and to be thankful for the experience. Yesterday we sang this song again in St Mary's on the Harbour. Minutes later I was greeted by a lovely manxwoman, visiting her sister here, who now lives close to our last Vicarage. New to that area, she has become very active in one of the prayer groups there. Jean brought greetings and encouragement from my many sisters there.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-62487505888255642082010-01-25T16:23:00.003+00:002010-01-25T16:34:26.723+00:00New Computer - New Comprehension Required!After 5 years my laptop has finally had to be consigned to the games corner. <br /><br />This new one has the up-to-date programmes which seem to be rather baffling. How do save a document that has been changed without losing the original? It must be a simple process.<br /><br />Eeekkkk have prematurely posted this too.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-1174234164886913392010-01-23T16:01:00.012+00:002010-01-25T15:29:09.845+00:00Fog and No Papers - Saturday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzz6e2DhQWzDD6BzdvdATVtM_69V3QJbKJ25O8AEVtSPj3zcSCnhWRZb9bTGaN8kyM3kASGbx_WxDkt368zaiuyLJyf8cCtb1rgRS3Or6phgs-P-mPjtUwF8QerCYHuZkXW9lukYw3aM/s1600-h/Ben+my+Chree.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzz6e2DhQWzDD6BzdvdATVtM_69V3QJbKJ25O8AEVtSPj3zcSCnhWRZb9bTGaN8kyM3kASGbx_WxDkt368zaiuyLJyf8cCtb1rgRS3Or6phgs-P-mPjtUwF8QerCYHuZkXW9lukYw3aM/s200/Ben+my+Chree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429976905414833410" /></a><br />The papers did not arrive on the island today. The reason given - the fog across. It seems the Ben My Chree was turned back from Heysham last night, having approached the harbour, and waited for the fog to lift. Instead of lifting the fog worsened, so the Ben returned to her home port, Douglas (without papers, I guess). <br /><br />We've had a truly beautiful day here, with clouds hovering along the horizon and over the mountains. Without the papers to distract, it has been lovely to be able to potter, get on with things and to think and pray. <br /><br /><br />Update ~ Sunday arrived and so did two lots of papers. Hubby almost swamped by newsprint!<br /><br /><br /><br />http://www.shipsofmann.org.uk/Ben-My-Chree%20VI%20First%20Ten%20Years.htmReveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-91506651132370316062010-01-14T15:30:00.010+00:002010-01-14T17:04:35.868+00:00Epiphanies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7vDJVrrrQVuKP5IZxGuDC916BJfTIM7wIhh3H0h6uykevRicptThq9O9dLYYJf8lSB72kHZ9jIUOMPHMmqlhLAjiI_TtDhuR4fbTJ8RlkqFZGTE6M_rT5pRjmZyrQJYmeq7GN1CmP9I/s1600-h/Min.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif7vDJVrrrQVuKP5IZxGuDC916BJfTIM7wIhh3H0h6uykevRicptThq9O9dLYYJf8lSB72kHZ9jIUOMPHMmqlhLAjiI_TtDhuR4fbTJ8RlkqFZGTE6M_rT5pRjmZyrQJYmeq7GN1CmP9I/s200/Min.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426622872521336754" /></a>As I settled into my morning quiet time, I found myself turning to, and pondering on, Psalm 21. As I read, and reread, I became aware of the awesome majesty and splendour of the Lord and how his purposes do not return empty, but full. There have been miracles in abundance.<br /><br />I have, indeed, been granted the desire of my heart ... to dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life. I am not physically in an ancient church, my spirit rejoices as I know, in my heart, I am there. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnOPbIClITxzw_kCLzBoFnPm0d3FknTqGn3Yt0MzmBqlAePuQRUjkwLrUVLBmvLu4DWKyqtcKEIhQ_eQs_Mi_vqEYpYknyzIHNdcktNWPKLGYyEeklZkwL6q91U2bW-jhd0_E1hbxgmc/s1600-h/snowstep.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnOPbIClITxzw_kCLzBoFnPm0d3FknTqGn3Yt0MzmBqlAePuQRUjkwLrUVLBmvLu4DWKyqtcKEIhQ_eQs_Mi_vqEYpYknyzIHNdcktNWPKLGYyEeklZkwL6q91U2bW-jhd0_E1hbxgmc/s200/snowstep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426626599555911250" /></a><br /><br />Although the pathway I have been set upon has been extremely difficult at times, and occasionally seemed impassable, there have been some exceptional moments. These have served as signposts along the way, without which I would not have survived.<br /><br />All this, and more, was a part of my morning's preparation. When I turned to the readings set for this morning, I discovered the set Psalm was 21! I laughed aloud in celebration ~ reminded, once again, of His glorious power, am humbled.<br /><br /><blockquote><em>Go before us, Lord Christ,<br />with blessings of your goodness<br />and guide all those you call to authority<br />in the way of your justice<br />the knowledge of your liberty<br />and wisdom of your gentleness<br />for your Name's sake. Amen</em></blockquote>This is the prayer below this psalm in Celebrating Common Prayer.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-11025420613065955062010-01-13T23:02:00.010+00:002010-01-14T14:30:04.130+00:00Snow Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtb2y3z62c_w8HG_-nP_oj7I8lkqk-Di1zwuEn6q0UXgj5oAhMH6MQfnumb3-R7Wy9Y6qqzeONGGD-7ksPC2MkplHG1NAEDGe495ODEYoAgpnjfrImm_rmHbO-f412Szt8-HgP4QeYUYw/s1600-h/winterwiz.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtb2y3z62c_w8HG_-nP_oj7I8lkqk-Di1zwuEn6q0UXgj5oAhMH6MQfnumb3-R7Wy9Y6qqzeONGGD-7ksPC2MkplHG1NAEDGe495ODEYoAgpnjfrImm_rmHbO-f412Szt8-HgP4QeYUYw/s200/winterwiz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426364101699441314" /></a>Happy New Year - Belatedly<br /><br />Really didn't expect to be away from the internet for quite so long. We became snow bound, like so many across Britain, and repeatedly took refuge away from the cold and ice, by the fire. <br /><br />The wintry weather created all kinds of chaos, while at the same time there were some terrific sights. Flocks of garden visitors arrived, each busy trying to find food. The snow allows us to see the marks of all kinds of the wildlife we rarely see. I was particularly taken by the tiny footprints of one foraging bird who had taken refuge in the lee of a wall away from the wind. Wizzy loved pushing her nose in the snow exploring the curious white fluff, and then went charging around in her 'nutty-dog' manner.<br /><br />Life <strong><strong><strong>has</strong></strong></strong> to be lived slowly but surely in icy conditions and the blanket of snow muffles all sounds. Thoroughly enjoyed the snow-time, away from the frenetic activities that mark our 21st century culture, it was accompanied by many little epiphanies as well as great connections with family and friends.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-67678709253385590992009-12-13T20:22:00.008+00:002009-12-13T21:22:26.016+00:00St Arvans<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UQgL2s0BxtmwqNgtErzfQ7JUA2l7SI7r1MzixWLTsXIf60zrhye2UB6EWAahVON79ey3tBCrQLCY9mJNnuD1OQKNyVB7ezC4-WL1Uiqolz8EmPNQawEMDwtvq7W7pyC6O756vgllgOI/s1600-h/St+Arvans.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UQgL2s0BxtmwqNgtErzfQ7JUA2l7SI7r1MzixWLTsXIf60zrhye2UB6EWAahVON79ey3tBCrQLCY9mJNnuD1OQKNyVB7ezC4-WL1Uiqolz8EmPNQawEMDwtvq7W7pyC6O756vgllgOI/s200/St+Arvans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414833806828978178" /></a><br />This morning's Radio 4 Service came from St Arvans - just listening to the worship transported me back. The music was always good in that place. We lived there for about 10 years - they were very happy ones. The village was a friendly safe place, and we were sad to move on, and have often wondered what life would have been like had we remained there. <br /><br />T<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD4axd5rVD3yWrJlCQpEJHUFD6jA42rhyphenhyphenC-OcGF_WhAEhK4iIIx1kAnvDkhN1ZNnma43byGfdrtlxMVig1KzGApRaYMx1t30_XWM7TXjTSJW705uDYgcOFxcPiaCSTVWRvrWHx73Ic4s/s1600-h/family.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD4axd5rVD3yWrJlCQpEJHUFD6jA42rhyphenhyphenC-OcGF_WhAEhK4iIIx1kAnvDkhN1ZNnma43byGfdrtlxMVig1KzGApRaYMx1t30_XWM7TXjTSJW705uDYgcOFxcPiaCSTVWRvrWHx73Ic4s/s200/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414824161488013442" /></a>his parish church is where each of our sons were baptised - this morning was a delight, especially thankful for all those memories. <br /><br />Advent is gently progressing, and am enjoying the preparations ...<br /><br />As we will be away for a while, I'd like to leave you with the Advent Blessing, which I love:<br /><blockquote>Christ the Sun of Righteousness shine upon you,<br />scatter the darkness from before your path,<br />and make you ready to meet him when he comes in glory;<br />and the Blessing of God Almighty,<br />Father, Son and Holy Spirit<br />be with you <br />and all those you love and pray for <br />this day and always. </blockquote><br />Will be logging off now as will be offline until Epiphany.<br />In the meantime - Have a peaceful and joy-filled Christmas ...Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-34769106833699180362009-12-11T16:10:00.007+00:002009-12-11T23:53:05.461+00:00Sunrise ~ Sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCzEOq_YP4mFyeo1mLv-3lNmS1n4kR38H0GqeVUBqJVDimpoiexjFI7VVrQXJIyU0pjBiRxlJe5_jKZjVTBlgbRF_OxjdCLnvbgj8gAzPhRPpmhIZVGPwZplkHT2LPJLFk1rSwqy_g0M/s1600-h/declot+133.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCzEOq_YP4mFyeo1mLv-3lNmS1n4kR38H0GqeVUBqJVDimpoiexjFI7VVrQXJIyU0pjBiRxlJe5_jKZjVTBlgbRF_OxjdCLnvbgj8gAzPhRPpmhIZVGPwZplkHT2LPJLFk1rSwqy_g0M/s200/declot+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414089943575291010" /></a>Sunrise and Sunset were both awesome today. <br /><br />This morning the clouds seemed to be radiating from the sun itself and certainly were heralding the day. Thankfully the old saying 'Red sky in the morning ... sailors (shepherds) warning' didn't come to anything. Those deep rich colours were back again this afternoon. Delightful.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9eQUyecMTkndDN6hEZtDCTqVhczO4N6A9mtlwBJ2Xn3zQgrScCa2U7WBOjCpP9I7dHFAQoJiGtP3oS5r6MtfiNlxlTztul8gKn2oowCNZDDSsHeyMQ51nL7VIxVMbzxboMGh_28dD08M/s1600-h/declot+143.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9eQUyecMTkndDN6hEZtDCTqVhczO4N6A9mtlwBJ2Xn3zQgrScCa2U7WBOjCpP9I7dHFAQoJiGtP3oS5r6MtfiNlxlTztul8gKn2oowCNZDDSsHeyMQ51nL7VIxVMbzxboMGh_28dD08M/s200/declot+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414090331645370898" /></a>It's been quite a busy day in a very busy week, with a number of different appointments and meetings. These combined with preparations for Christmas means time is truly flying by. Lots of lists to get through ... so there's very little time to put pen to paper, or get on to the blog.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662879673202524628.post-12889740152517665482009-12-07T22:53:00.007+00:002011-10-30T22:10:20.842+00:00Under Construction<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfvOY-9eK-Cl7N-XTJKNgUVEolu21tnoydJmwqFzuUhrm3_6gKOScq3KhewS3ht1L8Rs2U64sKleD2wXPSItA6NVh9RpkpvQwkauLQ543CMjVgjbqz05Vj-d5zaN2HCallfZUd8EK9FA/s1600-h/BeetlecatIYRS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfvOY-9eK-Cl7N-XTJKNgUVEolu21tnoydJmwqFzuUhrm3_6gKOScq3KhewS3ht1L8Rs2U64sKleD2wXPSItA6NVh9RpkpvQwkauLQ543CMjVgjbqz05Vj-d5zaN2HCallfZUd8EK9FA/s200/BeetlecatIYRS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412632145982647954" /></a>There has been the first fall of snow out in Newport, which has melted, but there will be more soon. It's heads down in IYRS. The first years are working on their Beetlecats, here is Ivor and Matts boat they built last year. <br />The Chris Craft, one of the second year restoration projects, is coming along and you can follow the progress on the IYRS blog at http://iyrs.org/EducationalPrograms/InsideIYRSBlog/tabid/552/Default.aspx <br /><br />Newport is a long way from home, and although I found it very challenging to let my youngest son go to school so very far away, I was sure that IYRS would be crucial in his education. This has been borne out in his commitment and achievements in boatbuilding. He may have many GCSE's and three A levels, but he is finding his hidden talent - he has always wanted to build boats.<br /><br />Each one of us have inate gifts - it's important to find out what they are. Our education system sometimes enables that discovery, and sometimes misses it by miles. If you are dyslexic, your talents will often be broad, but sometimes hidden. One teacher I encountered as our boys were growing up, was a specialist dyslexic tutor. His belief was that dyslexics are very bright, some are brilliant, they just think in a different way. He had a saying - Dyslexics Change the World. They have an inate ability to think outside the box.<br /><br />When I was at school, my dyslexia was unnamed. I was regarded as average, and the word blindness made it terrifying for me. Eventually as I left I was told to marry well, and advised that my limited achievements meant I shouldn't go onto further education. Twenty years later, when computers were an essential tool in the dyslexics armoury, I was accepted at Theological College! I had married well, raised a family and then with so much behind me I had courage to step out.Reveriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606974050210240912noreply@blogger.com0