Monday, 30 April 2007
Thursday, 26 April 2007
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
http://www.thecosycorner.blogspot.com/ Thank you Isobel.
I just said to my husband, "feels like I have wasted most of my day blogging" You know what he said? "Why not if you enjoy it". So, there you go, I only have my own conscience to contend with.
I got this from Susan. ..it's harder than it looks! But Fun!
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following...they MUST be real places, names,things...NOTHING made up!
If you can't think of anything, skip it.
Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial.
You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question and you can't use a search engine... Now Go!
1. Your Name: Barbara
2. Famous singer/band: Beatles
3. 4 letter word: Bowl
4. Street name: Beechwood Drive
5. Color: Blue
6. Gifts/presents: Bracelet
7. Vehicle: Bentley
8. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Book
9. Boys Name: Benjamin
10: Girls Name: Beryl
11. Movie Title: Batman
12. Drink: Bacardi
13. An Occupation: Builder
14: Flower: Bluebell
15. Celebrity: Bob Monkhouse
16. Magazine: Bella
17. U.S. City: Birmingham, Alabama
18. Pro Sports Team: Bristol Rovers
19. Fruit: Banana
20. Reason for Being Late for Work: Bought a bicycle
21. Something You Throw Away: Broken china
22. Things You Shout: Be quiet
23: Cartoon Character:Bugs Bunny
Now for the fun - whose next!!! I pick:
Janie - www.fromunderthemaple.blogspot.com
Vanessa - www.yahwehsretreat.blogspot.com
Britt-Arnhild - www.britt-arnhild'shouseinthewoods.typepad.com
Have fun and hope you will still (speak to me) blog me!
To make this excercise much quicker to participate in I copied and pasted the list and instructions from Susan's blog onto mine. Makes it much easier.
The Clematis Montana is scrambling over the Eunonymous
We are having some amazing weather so I must make sure that I don't miss it all through sitting blogging over coffee instead of sitting in the sun. The London Marathon took place last Sunday and the temperature hit 81f.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
Jean-Pierre de Caussade
Friday, 20 April 2007
SPRING SOUP (4)
2 oz butter or a little olive oil 1 large onion, chopped
2 celery sticks chopped 1 lb potatoes, peeled and diced
1 ½ pint chicken or vegetablestock Freshly grated nutmeg
2 handfuls of Lovage leaves (or leaves of your choice i.e. watercress/parsley)
A little milk to thin if needed
To serve: single cream to swirl at the last moment and chopped chives
Soften onion, celery and potatoes in b utter or oil for about 5 mins. Until softened. Stir in half lovage, then stock. Season with salt and pepper, cover and cook gently until potatoes are falling apart – about 15 mins. Allow to cool slightly, add nutmeg and remaining lovage and blend in a liquidiser until smooth.
Thursday, 19 April 2007
The quality of these photographs is not perfect as I have scanned them from a photo album and they were originally printed on my old printer.
Tuesday, 17 April 2007
Monday, 16 April 2007
I'm lonely and different
Abused and ashamed
And no-one hears my cry
Or so it seems
Except the demons within
And so begins the masquerade.
I take the centre stage
And dance in my own light
I become a God unto myself
I think I am the centre of the universe
I trample on the beauty around me
In desperation, until
The stage becomes my prison
I am trapped, there is no way out
The frantic pace closes in on me
The nights are long, the pain is deep
Until, in desperation and prayerful surrender
The answer came.
I am not different
I am a part of the whole
The Creator of the universe,
Manifested in me, through me
Spirit joined to Spirit
Everlasting, Eternal and Complete.
Barbara Rogerson 1982
Sunday, 15 April 2007
This area was once a part of 2 great forests, Hainault and Epping. Both these forests still exist but now on a much smaller scale. The Saxon settlers worshipped their pagan gods in "groves" in the forest and at first the East Saxons resisted attempts to convert them to Christianity by Augustine and Mellitus from Rome. Finally St. Cedd, a Saxon trained at the Celtic monastery on Lindisfarne, was successful. St. Cedd began his work in about 654 A.D. and the first church was built at Greensted soon after. The original building was built from tree trunks from the forest. The nave was added in 845 A.D. .
This is the back of the church. In the 9th century Danish invasions became a serious threat. Raids produced a host of Saxon martyrs, of whom King Edmund of East Anglia is especially remembered here. In the Norman times of William the Conqueror more additions were made to the church. Next came the Crusaders. Henry VII's reign saw the beginning of many changes. In Victorian times there was a lot of restoration done to what had become a neglected church. Greensted's charming setting and close proximity to London brought increasing visitors and the last major repairs were carried out in 1969.
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
The next hour or so was taken up with me pretending to be an IT engineer, or so it felt like. I was instructed to take the side panel off, find the memory cards, take them out, move them, put them back in a different place. Change them over again into the original place and all the time turning computer on and off, unplugging and reading the colours and letters on a little screen just above the on/off control that I did not even know was there before. Apparently this was the way that Dell would know if a part needed replacing. Fortunately in the end, when everything was returned to it's right place, and all the instructions followed, I have a normally functioning screen. What happened? Apparently sometimes our computers do not recognise the memory cards, and no, I do not know why.
All those plans to make an early start to continue with the spring cleaning gone out of the window.
This brought to mind a time when God made it very clear to me that His ways are not our ways and our plans not always His plans.
At the time I was staying in Louisville, Kentucky for a month. During that particular visit it seemed that nothing had gone right. I developed a severe cold on arrival (probably the airplane). The conference that I had gone to be a part of went well but then my hosts needed to leave town. Another friend that I could have stayed with became very unwell having recently returned from Africa. My daughter who had travelled over with me for the first 2 weeks was invited to go and stay in LA. A relative of my host who kindly invited me to go and stay at their place became ill, as did the husband and daughter. Having talked on the phone with my husband in tears in the wee small hours it seemed right to go back to the home of my original host. I drove back in their very kindly lent Explorer and was shocked later that day when I found a snake in the family room. One does not see things like this in England. Fortunately at that point I had invited a friend over from Toledo, Ohio for the day. They knew exactly how to deal with the snake.
In bed that night I began to wonder if I had been meant to make this trip and as I lay wallowing in fear and self pity I began to hear God speak to me. This is what He said:
God’s ways are not our ways. So often we make what seems like perfect plans, only to find that nothing works out the way we thought it would. Everything seems a mess and we think that we are in the midst of complete and utter failure. Then what?
Once we get our eyes off the situation, and look to see what God is saying to us, the Spirit comes pouring through with fresh enlightenment, and we start to see the situation/problem through God’s eyes as we say that this was meant to be, this is His planning – not our failure (it’s like we are busy making the arrangements while God is busy making the plans). God’s got our attention again, the burden is lessened, the struggle is over and we can watch and see how God works the situation out.
Written in Louisville, Kentucky Sep. 96
With husband Alan and son Peter
Daughter Jane with Oliver
I did not want to think about this but just see what my immediate thoughts were, like when you do a personality test and they say, don't think just write what comes into your mind. So here goes:
Would rather 'go through it themselves' than see their child suffer
Lay awake at night until their grown children come home
Want their child to know God for themsleves
Want their child to become a fully functioning adult
Push their child to independence no matter how it hurts
Hide their own pain
Love till it hurts
Want to show off their grandchildren
Accept and love unconditionally
Go out to buy something for themselves but come back with a new outfit for "Johnny"
Hurt when their offspring take wrong paths
Stay up late planning surprises
Leave their 'child' at university for the first time with a smile, but then cry the whole way home
Encourage 'child' to hang in and see it through when phoning home in tears, but longing to rush down and bring them home.
Whose next? I'll be mean and nominate my daughter Janie, Becky and Tracy Have fun! I'll be checking.
Monday, 9 April 2007
So, into the garden instead where Oliver enjoyed his Grandma's lounger far more than his travel cot.
Saturday, 7 April 2007
Then last evening at about 8.0 pm I spotted this very pretty sky. The sun had set before then but the rays were still catching the clouds.
So I took a notebook and have made an entry for each one. Things like name, location, age if known, blog name and site, E-mail where appropriate and any other relevant details that are of particular interest to me. I have found this really helpful. I am a 'list' person who likes things organised as you can see. So I hope this is helpful to someone.
Thursday, 5 April 2007
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! for I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
by G K Chesterton
Wednesday, 4 April 2007
There were 36 lambs born and all but 2 are black. Baa Baa Black Sheep! These baby lambs remind one so much of new birth and new life and with Jesus Himself being the lamb slain for us it seemed very appropriate to use these on an Easter blog.