Tag: god of creation

  • 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

  • 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