@Piglet , if you pm me your address, I will post you the actual paper copy tomorrow, with great pleasure. I don't subscribe to the online version and got a copy free from Waitrose today! but I'm afraid scanning and posting it somewhere is beyond my pay grade.
Rejoicing for Tiny Toby's incremental progress, may it continue
Gratitude and thankfulness for the Friends of Piglet and D in a hard time
For the companionship aboard the Ship: I peeked in here on the old website in about 2004 and was terrified, came back a few years later and lurked about, finally joined up and helped scrub the deck along with others. Prayer often feels like rather pointless scrubbing until you see the boards look brighter.
For the companionship aboard the Ship: I peeked in here on the old website in about 2004 and was terrified, came back a few years later and lurked about, finally joined up and helped scrub the deck along with others. Prayer often feels like rather pointless scrubbing until you see the boards look brighter.
I know what you mean MaryLouise. In 2010-11 when we were having so many quakes, I sometimes posted just before going to bed. Somehow the knowledge that people around the world in different time zones were praying for me and my city made it easier for me to sleep. I will always be grateful for that.
I was so grateful that so many around the world prayed for Miss M with leukaemia. Not so much for the actual numbers making a difference but for the support I felt in knowing of them all. The numbers in different timezones made me feel truly well supported.
Ditto here when D. was ill, and after he died. It's very comforting to think that people you've never met, in countries you've never visited, are "holding you in the Light", as dear WW would put it.
When Shipmates around the world were praying for the Mater, she always said that she could feel it. I do, too - and knowing you all makes it even better.
Dunno where else to put this. Tearfully In church this morning, trying to make it work. The peace and communion does. Tears. The hymns are nearly all too... PSA. There again so was Jesus. But I deconstruct like a sunnavabitch and make it all work. Sod me. Tears. I want to honour Jesus and what He did divinely in ignorant human faith. But that's all an aside!
For over a year I am overwhelmed rationally by substantiality. Substance. Stuff and its self-explanitoriness. That needs no explanation. That cannot explain itself to us. It just is because it always has been. It means nothing at all. The massive Earth beneath my feet with infinite skies above. The solidity, the mass, the volume of it all. The church is beautiful. The stave ceiling like looking down in to the ark or up in to its salvaged inversion. The rest is 99% red(-orange) brick. Ordered, crystalline, geological, worlds within worlds; arches seen through arches. Order bespeaks meaning in this context, but in physics it does not. I lost that at 64.
I want God in Christ and in ineffable transcendence-immanence to be. But stuff gets in the way. Then in my mind's eye, eyes wide open, I saw, see now, through tears, reaching out this time, but not this morning, a white robed, white haired, white bearded yet eternally young figure on the left of centre, fifty feet away. Behind Him infinite pillars wreathed in clouds of incense. The unspoken message was, this wish was real and the brick mass and all out to the Milky Way for a start was vapour.
I went through a time of tears on every occasion I took communion.
Someone told the then Minister that I had been crying. He said - Huia knows where we are and will ask for help if she wants it. I appreciated both the person's concern and the Minster's reply.
G, my brother with Parkinson's had his procedure today and is back in the care home. His cat, Pud-Pud came running to meet him, then hid when she saw our sister-in-law, L who, like me has committed the heinous crime of taking her to the vet when she was unwell. L walked away quickly, but turned back to see the joyous reunion.
I am so glad he has Pud-Pud, a stray who turned up at our family home when he was still living there. She has adapted well to living in the Home.
Double posting to say I am delighted my broken hearing aids can be fixed for less the $100 and I will get them back on Wednesday, YaY Happy dance time.
I want to give thanks for the great gift to the Anglican Communion provided by the website Anglicans Online for the past 25 years. AO announced this week that they were more-or-less closing down, as they feel that other websites now cover their content. But I shall miss them, and especially their weekly letter on their home page.
I want to give thanks for the great gift to the Anglican Communion provided by the website Anglicans Online for the past 25 years. AO announced this week that they were more-or-less closing down, as they feel that other websites now cover their content. But I shall miss them, and especially their weekly letter on their home page.
I'm sorry I missed their announcement. But I understand -- I used to check their website every Sunday evening for the week's postings. I rarely do anymore, because, as you say, most of what's posted has been read elsewhere.
Giving thanks that we weren’t hurt nor our car damaged by a wheel that came off a trailer passing right in front of us at a roundabout this morning. And thanks that Mrs Sioni (driver) saw this happen way before I did!
Sioni, that's scary. Mrs S sounds like an alert driver.
Wooo!! Happy dancing again. I received a text this morning to say my hearing aid was waiting at the Clinic for me to pick up. Brand as new - as one of my brothers used to say when he was a wee chap.
I am so fortunate I have a lovely, supportive Audiology Clinic and its on my bus route.
Three cheers for good audiology clinics @Huia. Mine is very nice and just a ten minute walk away. As someone who is totally stuffed without their aids I can well imagine how glad you are to have a new one.
I want to give thanks for the great gift to the Anglican Communion provided by the website Anglicans Online for the past 25 years. AO announced this week that they were more-or-less closing down, as they feel that other websites now cover their content. But I shall miss them, and especially their weekly letter on their home page.
As with Pigwidgeon, I shall miss the weekly read very much. It's been providing a valuable insight into world-wide activities within the Anglican Communion for many years. And what can one say about the weekly letter? Any rector would be pleased to have the author as a member of the congregation.
The one time I visited Anglicans on-line I found the Ship.
My first rose of the season, Peace is in bud, while a mini rose developed here by Sam Macready, Ko's Yellow is in flower. I do not have a brilliant garden because I don't put a lot of time into it, but it always lifts my spirits when the roses start blooming.
My husband had a health check at work a few weeks ago and they sent him to a haematologist as they were worried about his blood count. I'd tried to forget about it as what with an ill brother and a mother in a care home I didn't want another family member being poorly. He went yesterday and he's fine. Apparently the low count is normal in very thin people like him. Hallelujah!
Just received a text to say that the screening mammogram I had last week shows no sign of cancer. I didn't think I was worried, but the extent of my relief proved I had been. Phew!
Yesterday Little Beaky's mother sent us a video of him laughing.
Laughing for a full minute- no one knows quite what he found so amusing but he did.
He hasn't laughed like that since April, such has been the level of his suffering.
He appears to breaking through the sedative effect of his seizure meds. He is still having far too many of those and there is a long way to go in their management but for now there is nothing quite so beautiful as the sound of his joy.
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Gratitude and thankfulness for the Friends of Piglet and D in a hard time
For the companionship aboard the Ship: I peeked in here on the old website in about 2004 and was terrified, came back a few years later and lurked about, finally joined up and helped scrub the deck along with others. Prayer often feels like rather pointless scrubbing until you see the boards look brighter.
I know what you mean MaryLouise. In 2010-11 when we were having so many quakes, I sometimes posted just before going to bed. Somehow the knowledge that people around the world in different time zones were praying for me and my city made it easier for me to sleep. I will always be grateful for that.
I think the fact that I'd been a subscriber in the past (so that we could get the crossword) probably meant I wasn't eligible for the free trial.
For over a year I am overwhelmed rationally by substantiality. Substance. Stuff and its self-explanitoriness. That needs no explanation. That cannot explain itself to us. It just is because it always has been. It means nothing at all. The massive Earth beneath my feet with infinite skies above. The solidity, the mass, the volume of it all. The church is beautiful. The stave ceiling like looking down in to the ark or up in to its salvaged inversion. The rest is 99% red(-orange) brick. Ordered, crystalline, geological, worlds within worlds; arches seen through arches. Order bespeaks meaning in this context, but in physics it does not. I lost that at 64.
I want God in Christ and in ineffable transcendence-immanence to be. But stuff gets in the way. Then in my mind's eye, eyes wide open, I saw, see now, through tears, reaching out this time, but not this morning, a white robed, white haired, white bearded yet eternally young figure on the left of centre, fifty feet away. Behind Him infinite pillars wreathed in clouds of incense. The unspoken message was, this wish was real and the brick mass and all out to the Milky Way for a start was vapour.
Thought I'd share that. In tears again : )
Dear God. Dear God.
I went through a time of tears on every occasion I took communion.
Someone told the then Minister that I had been crying. He said - Huia knows where we are and will ask for help if she wants it. I appreciated both the person's concern and the Minster's reply.
G, my brother with Parkinson's had his procedure today and is back in the care home. His cat, Pud-Pud came running to meet him, then hid when she saw our sister-in-law, L who, like me has committed the heinous crime of taking her to the vet when she was unwell. L walked away quickly, but turned back to see the joyous reunion.
I am so glad he has Pud-Pud, a stray who turned up at our family home when he was still living there. She has adapted well to living in the Home.
I'm sorry I missed their announcement. But I understand -- I used to check their website every Sunday evening for the week's postings. I rarely do anymore, because, as you say, most of what's posted has been read elsewhere.
Wooo!! Happy dancing again. I received a text this morning to say my hearing aid was waiting at the Clinic for me to pick up. Brand as new - as one of my brothers used to say when he was a wee chap.
I am so fortunate I have a lovely, supportive Audiology Clinic and its on my bus route.
Huzzah, @Huia!
As with Pigwidgeon, I shall miss the weekly read very much. It's been providing a valuable insight into world-wide activities within the Anglican Communion for many years. And what can one say about the weekly letter? Any rector would be pleased to have the author as a member of the congregation.
My first rose of the season, Peace is in bud, while a mini rose developed here by Sam Macready, Ko's Yellow is in flower. I do not have a brilliant garden because I don't put a lot of time into it, but it always lifts my spirits when the roses start blooming.
(And for all others feeling the caring hand of God upon them and around them.)
Laughing for a full minute- no one knows quite what he found so amusing but he did.
He hasn't laughed like that since April, such has been the level of his suffering.
He appears to breaking through the sedative effect of his seizure meds. He is still having far too many of those and there is a long way to go in their management but for now there is nothing quite so beautiful as the sound of his joy.
Indebted to all for the prayers over the last 108 days!!
This is wonderful news!