Category: St Mike’s

Not often is it that I can say I feel like Hugh Grant. In fact, I think never before is probably more accurate, and in fact, not at all would be honest as it was a character he portrayed whose behaviour reminded me of mine own this very Sunday past. The immortal line from ‘Notting…

Today was the second full half hour, is that right? sitting. Main thoughts today filtering through the silent shouting of numbers… why can’t I stop sneezing and why John oh why did you not do some less painful form of meditation? From what I read this gets easier. Oh yeah? When???

Ok, so the prevarication is out of the way! Before starting I read a bit of a book called Zen and the Kingdom of Heaven. I could have written the first few paragraphs! ‘My legs wont do that, I’m too old for this, and my knees are hovering in the air someplace. In despair I…

Sanded. Hopefully it will be stained later today, then the Zen can begin!

Email mentioning ‘stool’ had much mirth… Yes, carpentry not biology. Anyway, progress. Here it is so far. The weekend was a bit slow for cutting sanding etc. Last minute Iona meeting in Pilton (try getting there without a car!) on saturday. Of course a train journey to Bristol had its benefits, nothing better to do…

Well it was a little optimistic to expect a whole stool in one day. Here’s how far i’ve gotten… Ok not much yet, but just wait! So why a stool, well it’s a long story, I used to do a bit of Zen and could sit on the floor with minimal help. Well it seems…

No not lamp post or junk mail, post as in after, oh and blog postings of course… Perhaps I should explain… As you will have noted (look right and down a bit) I have been reading Sallie McFague’s book ‘Life Abundant’, well sorry, but it should be Mc Vague, until now that is. I just…

The greatest British tradition. We spent a day queuing, and paid for the privillage. And it was a privillage, standing in line with other ordinary people in expectation of what was to come. But the people around were not just ordinary, they were co-travellers, we had a common identity. (A common distain for queue jumping…

Bought the Guardian yesterday… Now that is something I’m not doing again for a while. Not that the Guardian is a bad paper, it is the one I would choose every time. It was just that on almost every page there were descriptions of people hating each other. Hating the place they lived in, the…