Tag: come holy ghost

  • A Very Scottish Angel

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    I couldn’t pick him out in a police lineup. Only his eyes briefly caught mine and I felt a warmth when he sat beside me burly, chocolate brown hair, dressed for the season. He spoke with a thick accent rhythmic and singsong unmistakably from the very north tip of Scotland. Betty Hill? Smoo cave? He… Read more

  • Stay or Go?

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    I thought I was a free spirit.  Turns out I was scary, quite selfish, erratic and definitely unpredictable.  I couldn’t trust anyone because I couldn’t trust myself! I thought rational decision making was for people who had given up on romance, passion and living on the edge. When all the consequences of my `non-decisions’ came… Read more

  • A Satchel Full of Platitudes

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    I learned that history was neat and packaged.  No suggestion of Marxist interpretations nor Japanese interpretations.  Hitler acted completely alone. His propaganda duped a nation.  We were to feel sorry for them but rest assured that could never happen in Scotland.  Nor were harsh economic sanctions driving those who fell for Hitler. It was black… Read more

  • The Liberation of `NO’

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    I have learnt to say No from saying Yes. From crouching fetal-like in self-betrayal. Many times that happened until, by the Grace of God, the connection, the pattern became visible. Yes, it was my yes, that never should have been, that created feeling uncomfortable and unclean. I practised at first in front of a mirror… Read more

  • Highway to the Heights

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    “Take nothing for your journey, no staff, nor bag, nor bread, nor money—not even an extra tunic” To walk more every day, especially in the hills is something I would like to do. Walking teaches me. The rhythm, the fresh air, the sightseeing. Yes it’s therapeutic and so lovely discovering places the bus or car… Read more

  • The Godfather

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    `God’s’ That is the one word that describes me. After many prodigal years I found that out by accident. Killing time, staying uncomfortably, in someone else’s house I read the Footprints in the Sand poem which was in a clip frame in their bathroom. I could hardly avoid it as I brushed my teeth. I… Read more

  • The pleasure of Patience

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    My mum was coming down her stairs. A difficult feat in her last days and only performed if she had an appointment she had to attend. I was working daily on a roller coaster of emotions. The intensity of caring for an elderly, widowed mother with historic emotional challenges, was not easy. “Come on mum… Read more