So… rather uncharacteristically, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about relationships… the going out with someone and possibly living “happily ever after” with them kind. I’m blaming St Dwynwen.

Anyway, just last night I was discussing with friends the strange mix of similarities and differences that make for a strong relationship. You want some similarities so there is common ground and experience to share (surely that’s part of the benefits of being “in a relationship”), but you don’t want to be too similar, different strengths/weaknesses/interests/independence from one another are offer a greater possibility for helping each other out.

Then a friend brought this blog to my attention:

Why you weren’t ready for marriage

And I liked it. Cos I’m not. (not that it’s in the immediate future!) And generally nobody is anyway. But there might be a good purpose in it all the same.

So the benefit of marriage is you get a real life way to incarnate God’s love to another human being… of course that’s the tough bit too… but I’m sure there’s some promises about help with that loving one another thing.


of Love and Poetry

Fear not… I’m not about to make my scribblings public reading, but two things struck me today… I didn’t know (until friends via facebook told me so) that today is St Dwynwen’s day… and that she is a welsh “saint” with a largely legendary (and variable) life story, who nevertheless is patron saint of lovers… and sick animals. Fortunately the tribe of rodents are well, so I turned to the other aspect she represents. It actually made me think of how broad love can be, how many aspects of different friendships and relationships it encapsulates in one little word. Which made me all soppy so I gave a bunch of people a facebook Cwtch… oh dear… I shall have to work harder if I am to achieve grumpy old woman status.

Then there’s been this thing… to flood facebook with poetry… which meant I discovered this outstanding poem:

A Blessing for one who is exhausted:

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,

The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.

Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.

The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.

You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.

At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.

Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.

Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.

by John O’Donohue


Scrapbook of a New Year

So here it is… 2014… may it be better than the last year and bring blessing, light and peace.

In the last few weeks there’s been loads of little tabs open on here, so I thought it’s time for me to collect them into my scrapbook… sorry no coherent theme.

There’s a couple of things I’ve found on various sites re: experiences of God/gods/and interpreting cards that I though were interesting enough to read into a little more:

Tarot, Trumps and Affirmations

Tarot Read with Christian Spectacles

10 Extraordinary Sacred Sites (Britain)


A Sociologist lives among Christian Fundamentalists

Beloved life – body prayers -praying beatitudes


And then there’s a couple of interesting health themed ones:

James Bond is an impotent drunk

Aspiring Journalist dies during time embedded as homeless man

A parent talking about growing up unvaccinated


And then a few that seem tailor made for the new year, whether innovations, resolutions, or concerns to address:

Hell freezes over

Honeybee Shortage

Solar power innovations for refugees

11 Scientifically proven Resolutions

Some less realistic resolutions

Some excellent advice for all innkeepers


Finally there were a couple of brilliant observations of the natural world that I felt I needed to scrapbook for future use.

Plants and Bugs

Sex and Slimy Things

In relation to that last one, I ended up having an unexpectedly in depth conversation the other evening, with someone talking to me about how he felt he could see the story of the theory of evolution in the Genesis creation narratives. Something came to mind at the time that seemed a bit inspired. I said that I thought with the text itself, written to the people that it was, in the time it was, they key theme of these narratives is to tell us that, yes the world is beautiful and good (and frightening and messed up) and chaotic… but into the middle of that God is speaking order, pattern, purpose… And I thought that’s basically the basis of scientific method… look at this vast universe… with our tiny little perspectives and rapidly firing neurons….. and expect to find patterns and order… so back to a quote:

“Where God always is, I reckon. Beneath, and within, and between, and sustaining everything. The designer and the upholder, the developer and the run-time environment, the one within which the slimy things live, and move, and have their slimy being.”