by | Jul 19, 2006 | Uncategorized

It’s A Very Rainy Wednesday In July
Saw Stu today for the first time since Queens Birthday weekend – and he made a small but slighting comment on my recent blogging status.

It’s been an interesting progression to start balancing the work persona with the church persona, with the me persona .. and figuring out where they all fit in the blogosphere.

Also – discussions to be written here ….excellence, matching values with expectations.. and future development… ah, yes. The blog is coming back, baby.

by | Jul 11, 2006 | Uncategorized



We Are Family
Uncle Eye has been home for the weekend and so Liam and Jesse are having a ball. Highly exciting times. I spent most of the weekend chilling out and getting ready for preaching on Sunday.

Preaching
Finished part 2 of a 2 week series. Phew. Actually I had a lot of fun this time around.

by | Jul 1, 2006 | Uncategorized

Saturdays

and all you wear is silk and lace
beneath old woman’s clothes
always looking after porcelain
and it glows under the light in your eyes

and that noone ever touched this skin
or held that curve under a dark gaze

by | Jun 29, 2006 | Uncategorized

Lonely At The Odeon
There’s a girl in the cafe downstairs, sitting in the corner on the faded green chair. I like that chair because the arms are at just the right height, and the cushion is just worn enough to be comfortable. She’s been staring out the window, watching the pedestrians with a certain expectant eagerness. She’s disappointed, but hopeful.

I was waiting for my coffees-to-go; standing at the bar, looking across the room. Scavenging for eye occupation while the espresso brews and the milk is steamed. She walked to the bar and asked for ‘another while I’m waiting, please?’. She asked with a questioning tone at the end, all at once pleading for mercy and kindness, preserving dignity with a snigger and shrug.

She sat down again, same faded green chair and pulled out her cellphone. She hesitated and then set to it, with determination. She exerted a thumping angry force on the keypad, and hunched over it like a demon working a lathe. So firm and hard, her thumb hitting out the message.

When she looked up again, and caught my eye, I looked away. Stood up and caring far too much, there’s a damp glint in her eye. You can see pride rising up, and melancholy approaching over her shoulders and into her belly. She cares too much for it to be trivial. Someone’s on the last chance, the close pass on thin ice and it can’t be good.

She’s as empty a vessel as ever I’ve seen in the few short weeks we’ve lived over the cave of the Odeon. I’ve not seen her before, and may not again, cos it seems like she came a long way to get here today. I left, and she’s probably leaving soon.

by | Jun 28, 2006 | Uncategorized

Far Away Fires Keep On Burning

for a long time I’ve written about the home fires. the mythical place where the fire keeps burning, awaiting our homecoming, and our returning. It’s the place that we call home. the space that we create in amongst the shadows of our loved ones. in amongst the spaces where they live, and where we long to reside, we let the sparks fly and there, we make our nests, and call it home.

yup. mcglashan has a handle on home. which means he probably has a handle on far away as well. my handle on far away is you, thinking about home, and me thinking about being where you are. just because away from home, with someone else who shares home with me, seems like the best way. yup.

strangely enough, cheese, you do seem like home.

Check out etnobofin on Don McGlashan.