You can't see the twinkle in my eye

I have been looking into ordination as a priest in the church of england.
However this is secondary.

More importantly I have "discovered" a hidden formula for a new kind of church.  A fresh expression of what church was always meant to be...
Before people broke it.

No meetings,
No leaders,
No members,
No buildings.

Just people looking out for the other people in their life.

... Oh and Jesus is quite important!

And I have decided to break the mould and show a real picture of me in my LJ account, instead of pretending I'm, like, 6 years old.

Just thinking about it.
Respect to you friends who have been flying the flag consistently for the last 18 months since I last posted!

This is a shocking read.  Asleep at the time; rigged crime scene; someone else has confessed; evidence proving his absence refused; he's still in prison for a murder he didn't commit. Please sing the Downing Street peteition to have the case re-opened.
Free the Liverpool one | Magazine | The Observer

...and found out that other people had it first?

For example this morning I realised... Harry Potter is a horcrux.
This is a revelation of genius proportions.
Expecially for someone who has only read the books once, and that a fair while ago.

But then I search for the phrase on Google and find that at almost 1,800 other people think so too.
Having said that, coming 1791st out of the whole world in predicting a Harry Potter scanario - and a good one at that - can't be bad.

Hullo everyone, by the way!

2 Magpies = Joy.
...
5 Magpies = Silver.

What about 5 magpies and a woodpigeon?

spring's vandalism
spatters across the branches
shocks of pink blossom

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

adolescent tree
pimpled now with blooming buds
and fertile posture

Anyone recognise this?

Doodle-oodle-oodle-oo
Doodle-oodle-oodle-oo
BaaDum Ch
Bum Ch
Dum Ch
Bum

Taa-diaa-diaa-diaa-diaa-dium-ta-tummmmm
Taa-diaa-diaa-diaa-diaa-diom-ta-tummmmm

Paa Taa-dia
Paa Taa-dia
Paa Taa-dia
Paa Taa-dium
Papumm
Paa-dia-dia
Papummmmmm.

It's very old.  I want to know what it's called.
Don't worry you won't recognise it.
I've only ever heard it on a wind-up gramophone player.

We are overlooked by two public-land trees that overshadow our garden and stop the late afternoon & evening sun.
One of them snapped off yesterday in the wind.
More wind, please!  MORE!!

PS dilbertdaily is good at the moment:

raindrops demonstrate
the power of the many
to soak the few

 

Princeps Senatus You scored 85%!

Congratualtions! You have been voted to be the First Counselor of the Senate. Your eloquence with the Latin tongue is well-known, and you have been elevated to a position of authority within the Senate. You are always the first to speak at the Senate meetings (after the Emperor, of course) and are a very powerful ally (or enemy) to have. More than likely, you have the backing of some of the military, which could come in handy should you ever decide that being the Princeps Senatus is not enough for you...

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Knowledge

Link: The Latin sayings Test written by NurseTim on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Leaving tomorrow morning @ 5am for here (as painted in my icon).

You have to zoom in X1 and look at the top of the image to see me :)
I will be in a static caravan on the "e" of Polzeath.

Should be like this:



( hope it won't (or WILL!) be like this... )

I am preparing for my annual fortnight of joy:

• Presenting my bat-cave-riven features to the morning sun.


• Researching for a new bodyboard.


• Building up some fitness.


• Dreaming, imagining, anticipating.

I have been reading a fascinating & challenging book. It kind of makes me yearn for change in myself, you know?

It follows an email conversation between the author and a young woman ("Alice") who wants to believe in God but (rightly) finds much distasteful in modern Christianity, the Bible, even Jesus.

It is causing me to think.  A lot.  I'm glad I started reading it before trying to talk to any more of my friends about Christianity.
In fact, it makes me want to apologise a little bit for the way I have spoken already to one or two people about Christianity.

So!  Sorry! 

Oh God, help me to listen, learn, respect, hear, be a worthwhile friend.
Amen :)

Hopefully one day (SOON!! he cries) I will be ready to be a "spiritual friend" to people outside the church, without pushing my point of view onto them.

I still think it's important to say your own point of view, otherwise you present nothing but an amorphous, disconnected mass; pointless talking to people like that.  But there's a subtle yet important difference in attitude between being open & honest about where you stand, and trying to get someone else to join you in that place.

So.  Grrrrrrr.

But beyond the growth in attitude, the book is educating me. 

eg
- the Bible is hard to understand, get used to it!
- the way Christianity presents God, etc, has been passed through a reductionist, scientific, essentially "modern" filter

Only half-way through so far, and I will be reading the book again as soon as I've finished it.



By the way, this is my personal "Fresh" radio station on Pandora.com
The music I am listening to at the moment.

There was a short debate this morning on BBC Breakfast, between Trewin Restorick, from the environmental charity "Global Action Plan," and Times columnist Mick Hume, self-appointed spokesman of the decadent.  They were discussing the merits vs environmental dangers of home air-conditioning (relatively rare in the UK - 5% of homes have some form of air con - but gaining popularity).

Mr Hume was scathing of what he called "Pseudo religious puritanism" but in his argument he made a small Freudian slip...

( and this is what he said )

It was quite hot here today, but not the record-breaking heat predicted.
32.5 instead of 37.

This is the view of my house:



It's quite out of date. Some things have changed.

I am in the attic room on top of the house.

My new persona: inneresting.
Please feel free to friend.

New conservatory.
Filled with houseflies, wasps, hornets, horse flies; live ones, dead ones.

Solution:


I hung up a little pot of this in the most infested top corner of the conservatory, yesterday (my birthday, and yes the plant was a gift!)....

No more flies!!
...occasional aggravated buzzing sounds from within the recesses of the plant, but not for long.

Well, there are some flies.
Always one or two investigating the intoxicating nectar smells surrounding the Sarracenia.
But never more than one or two.

It is a total delight.

PS thank-u's for comments on my last entry.  additional journal shall be forthcoming, soon

I think I'm gonna change the nature of my journal.
Either that or make a new one.

It seems that Someone is trying to get some lessons into my slow self, and maybe here is a good place to write about  that. Or maybe not!

Any thoughts?
Friends?