I have been reconnecting with Jamie Catto’s writings in his book, ‘Insanely Gifted’ so when I was offered the opportunity to meet with him and others for an hour or so on zoom I was in.
The format was simple whoever wanted to share raised their hand and spoke. We had singing, poetry and folks just saying how they were.
Jamie speaks from an honest place and if he has founded a movement it is one of allowing people to speak the pain they feel and they did. …
If I got something too big as a kid such as a jumper or coat my mother would say, “Well you will grow into it.”
I like that idea of ‘growing into something’.
The Yearly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends in Britain publishes 42 Advice and Queries (A&Q) number two reads,
Bring the whole of your life under the ordering of the spirit of Christ. Are you open to the healing power of God’s love? Cherish that of God within you, so that this love may grow in you and guide you. Let your worship and your daily life enrich each other. Treasure your experience of God, however it comes to you. …
I am here again as is another Monday. Do I see Mondays particularly its morning as someone whose company I have to be rather than I chose to be in? By the afternoon I have settled into it and always wonder why I go through this ritual.
If it seems like a mountain to be climbed why don’t I remember all those Mourne mountains I climbed as a teenager. Mountain climbing can be a joy just like Monday mornings.
Our Elijah Summer School group continue to meet monthly and this month we were looking at, “ Who was Joseph the father of Jesus?”
In my own search for the answer I came across the following 7 things
1.The image of Joseph
I like this image of Joseph as it takes him away from the Christmas card image and brings him alive, in his workshop, thinking with the world outside going about its business.
2. What does the name mean?
Joseph is derived from the Latin form of Greek Ioseph, from the Hebrew name Yosef meaning “He will add”, from the root Yasaf. In the Old Testament Bible, Joseph was the 11th son of Jacob, the traditional ancestor of the people of Israel. …
The stories that follow are from Monday to Friday of this week.
I am not someone who recalls their music tastes readily. I don’t easily remember the name of the artist or the piece but somewhere my brain records the tune. Should the music be played the brain will remember it usually the emotions will feel it but the artist or the name of piece will not synchronise with hearing it.
‘You’ performed by Ten Sharp was such a piece. I had the music in my head probably since I first heard it but as I tried to locate it years later I couldn’t because I didn’t remember the artists. …
I phoned a guy yesterday and he was on his way back from ‘the shops’. I heard the voice of a child in the background so I asked who with him. He then said he was walking with a mate. I then heard a female voice so I asked, “A female?” He said no that was his mate’s girl.
So in my head, I got this image of the four of them walking back from ‘the shops’ towards their homes. There was something about it that got me thinking about how life was on the estates I grew up.
In the estate to which I was brought home from the hospital after being born, I knew every family in the 20 odd houses that made up our close. The estate maybe had a couple of hundred of houses and I would have known at least someone in a hundred of them. Most of the youth went to the same schools and the same youth organisations. …
Yesterday evening at around 9 30 I walked down to the river. I do so most evenings, there is a need to walk in the morning and again in the evening.
My eye caught the moonlight on the water. It isn't a huge river some may call it at times no more than a stream but whatever in that catching of the moonlight on the water reflected in my eye I felt the stillness.
I woke at 2 30 this morning and felt a peace that comes every so often. I welcome it, I love it and wonder it, what brings it? If I had the formula I could live in it. But there probably is no formula. What there is, there is, when it is present I welcome it, leaving the door ajar for it to come and go as it pleases, missing it when it is gone welcoming it when it arrives, like an old friend.
I noticed yesterday evening that it was lighter for later. This morning too it was a little lighter earlier. The signs that although in winter we are moving towards Spring.
I am still sluggish in getting out of bed when signalled to do so by my 6 o’clock alarm. It is still so dark and little movement outside due to the lockdown that it still feels the middle of the night.
But I sense movement. Of course, there is always movement perhaps we are more aware of it when it is moving in the direction we desire.
Over Christmas, I picked up Jamie Catto’s book ‘Insanely Gifted ’ again. I bought it 3 years ago. I do that with books or a certain type of book, I read until I am full and then put it down. …