That moment when the daft and vague idea that sounded like fun must now actually be put into practice, the paper written and the session planned – that! I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought it would be manageable. I thought – well, actually, I don’t quite know what I thought, except… Continue reading It seemed a good idea….
So, today, I am back at work. This is always a mixed moment. I love my work – well, I love my church, and am still bewildered that I am actually one of the ministers here. And that bewilderment means that when I come back, I revisit big time the sense that “I can’t do… Continue reading Back to work
I saw a sign on a gym we walked past yesterday, saying “You against your body”. I muttered a bit to myself objecting to the separation of self and body Then we went to The Globe, for free seats at the final dress rehearsal of Titus Andronicus. Which was wonderful, but has to be acknowledged as… Continue reading The high life
The bliss of being on holiday today means, among other things, that I have time to watch the snooker. I am facinatedd by the skill and craft of the players. As with watching any game, sport or demonstration of skill, I am left asking “how do they do that?” I do know something of the… Continue reading Snooker
Today is Easter Day. It is the Day of Resurrection, the day when everything changes, the day which, if it’s all true, means nothing is as it seems, and everything is going to be OK. I have never got over the strangeness of this – and I hope I never do. If this is true,… Continue reading Easter
It’a a very quiet day…..
My first studying was of English, and in particular, I loved Anglo-Saxon poetry. It remains a delight, though my Anglo-Saxon has faded and I read in translation nowadays. One of the poems we worked on was The Dream of the Rood – a poem in which man dreams that he sees the Cross, and the… Continue reading Excerpt from The Dream of the Rood