When you have a friend of 25+ years arguing about politics or religion, the pain is significant. I won’t claim innocence; we both have a penchant for argument.
But I love him. I can’t say anything profound. It just hurts. Every word amplifies the pain.
My uncle said he loved the power at church. It was surprising to me as I have been to his church–but the Spirit speaks to all!
He took off at 10 this morning and my sis and her bf went back to LA.
Really blessed.
My uncle Geoff is visiting from England. It’s been hot and sticky. Still good to show him around the island. He going to get an earful at American church tomorrow. Sister Jen and bf Daniel will be back here tomorrow as well.
Dry humor reigns this weekend.
My sister’s big one was this weekend. Balloons, explosion box, bonfire, chocolate decadence. She makes 50 look like 35.
Last time I was in the U.K. I spent some time in the New Forest. Wild ponies.
I didn’t return to my childhood school, but the places where we lived in Northbourne gave rise to memory. Walking to the local store, down by the river with my uncles, the pub frequented by dad and uncle.
There is a quietness of the chill air.
In summer, my nan sat in the yard, bathing in the sun, a little bold perhaps.
But the neighbors are gone now, too.
Sometimes, returning to old places, the ones from our childhood the most, destroys the dream.
The spirit is incompatible with the flesh. New wine in old wine skins.
It came upon me when I prayed that day some 30 years ago, something from above, something that could not be uttered. Its tingling sensation combined with a shiver. Voluntary versus involuntary. I had no control.
I can’t understand that feeling that fell on me, part flesh, part mind. Not graspable. Something heavenly, something strange and awesome.
The Milky Way rumbles.
My brother saved my life twice. I can’t remember either my drowning at age 3 or car crash at 18. It’s said that we have a tendency to remember the negative–but I can’t remember either of those events. Something so traumatic shouldn’t I?
This idea of a virtual life is tenacious. Smelling fire…
Dear Prudence…
A phrase that was quoted by Twain and others is “better to be thought a fool and keep your mouth shut than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.” (paraphrase)
In my personal life, this is a recent discovery 8^). I mean, I have encountered in debate with a friend, to wait and see what he says first.
I am also learning about how this relates to having proper boundaries. If you don’t keep your distance, you can end up full of emotion and lacking logic. Thinking meta.
Observing others goes hand-in-hand with respect for them as well. This leads to respective debate.
Larger than life.
At the Royal Bermuda Yacht club, Charles lifted his whisky again and let loose some blue language. Then with that twinkle in his eye flirted with my mother. He had just returned from the Arctic sailing trip with Warren “War Baby” Brown and was once again the center of attention in Hamilton.
Continue reading “Bermuda Citizen Number One”
It’s been a few weeks now and I have not been consistent in writing here. I really have not been following the main news lately, but reading an interesting piece on Trickbot in Wired. Ransomware does not slow down. These lowlifes have no qualms about attacking life-sustaining systems. Brazen.
Jax is learning–I hope. This biting problem is a chore to stop. But from my study, relationship is the important part and letting them know that biting is unacceptable. Verbal cues.
So typing with one hand is not impossible, but the flow of words is slower.
Anyway, I’ve still been making notes while I read. That’s what I always do. I go through old articles or books and see notes for which I don’t remember the context. I also have the stack of papers wherein I have a lot of my ideas for articles.
Some of these are not good either, but sounded good at the time. I think it coincides with those “great ideas at night.” Though I have tried, through writing them down, to stop forgetting those, that still happens.
But my activities being a little more sequestered, I am thinking more long-term. I hope to bring some of those projects online soon.
I have my first doctor’s follow-up this afternoon.