Now just the thoughts of me and not my dog until I can persuade Husband we should get another.
Monday, March 28, 2011
And Chanel No. 5
Dating George Clooney
If I were suspicious I'd think I was - no, wait, I mean superstitious - headed for bad luck.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
So wise so soon
Monday's Odd Shots
For Katney's Odd Shots.
Life in the Borders
Friday, March 25, 2011
Hello ... and goodbye
On top of the world. I told GrandDaughter she was a princess of this country. 'All you can see is yours. And mine.'
The topmost bit of the path was unnavigable for pushchairs so Husband had to carry GrandDaughter.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
A tip to make your life easier
Friday, March 18, 2011
On our hols
Eyeballed
Flipping doctors' receptionists
It just came off in my hand
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Off again
Monday, March 14, 2011
This'n'that and then some
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Lenten discipline
Saturday, March 12, 2011
What are you doing this weekend?
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Beatitudinal art
In the first third of the painting heaven, indicated by the gold colouring, appears to be in the sky a long way off but as you close in on the girl, who seems dejected and down, waiting at the bus stop you can see the gold in the tear in her eye.
A good bad shopping day
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
Lenten discipline
Do I look that old?
Is my brain leaking?
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Monday's Odd Shot (belatedly)
What's odd about a clock?
Beatitudes 2
Blessed
are those who
mourn for they know
what it is to love. They have
trodden in the footsteps
of Christ.
Beatitudes 1
I am spiritually bankrupt.
The store of good deeds I keep under the bed is all used up.
The brownie points in the safety deposit box have been declared null and void.
Even my secret numbered Swiss bank account, the repository for my gold stars, has been closed for lack of deposits.
I have nothing.
So I am blessed.
But even as I write this I wonder, do I really believe it?
That there is truly nothing I can do?
Isn’t there a bit of me that thinks surely the patience I used in my dealings with my boss must be rewarded?
God must be watching me when I insist on fairtrade tea.
My generosity must earn me a better seat at the feast.
It must.
And isn’t that easier to accept?
That I can earn if not my way then at least a trouble-free passage into heaven.
An ABC of boxes to tick.
Didn’t swear when provoked by a stupid man driver: tick.
Did make extra effort to deal gently with my mother-in-law: tick.
Did make time for a friend when I didn’t really have time: tick.
Didn’t feel proud of myself for that act of nobility: cross.
And I find myself again at the cross, aware that even these superficialities of behaviour don’t even scratch the surface of my sinful self.
And at the cross I kneel,
Head bowed, empty handed, acknowledging my need
Wanting to believe
Wanting to accept
Wanting to be accepted
Wondering why it’s so hard to
Accept
Believe
That I can be
Accepted
Forgiven
Loved.
Not through me
But through you
In whom my treasure lives.
Finding love on Pwll Du
Looking back I can't believe I didn't bring this stone home with me. But it was rather large and my pockets and hands were already full of sticks and stones so I made do with a photo.I am tempted to go back to the beach and look for it though ...