Tag: god of creation

  • A Silent Love

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    “The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people” GK Chesterton Despised and resented the Irish monks that settled in Nunraw Abbey at the end of World War II were absolutely not welcome.  Sancta Maria Abbey in Nunraw is a mile from… Read more

  • The Holiday Mirage

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    My favourite holiday has changed 360 degrees. I remember those days of youth counting down the months, the weeks and then the days. Often to wake up at the crack of dawn on d day and feel an anti-climax. That would pass, overtaken by endless swimming, sunburn and freestyle eating. Travellers cheques were almost sacred,… Read more

  • Dreaming the Immortal

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    Maybe I inherited it from my mum. It only took about five minutes. But she had to be left alone for that time when she came through the door from work. It was pointless asking what was for tea? could I go out? could so and so stay over? She hung up her work clothes… 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

  • Running with the Roe Deer

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    Outside the city’s hype and melancholy, in green pastures where the roe deer stare, then turn and jump, effortlessly, clearing the fence meant to contain them. If they could smile they would, their little white hairy powder puffs they wiggle in delight. Free. This is where walking or running, breathing in the purest air, pumps… Read more

  • Life is Not a Lottery

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    When I am about to re-enter a dangerous situation and arrogantly presume I will get out again, my husband often retorts: “Aye Daniel was freed from the den of lions – but he didn’t go back for his bonnet!” This usually makes me laugh myself back to my senses. Not so for Lot’s wife, the… Read more