Wednesday, 10 April 2013

Fear Not, -This isn't About Washing Tips

 Got a lovely new throw for our sofa
and yesterday found a ball point pen had left 
three large, sticky, blobs of ink
 right in the middle of it 
so had no choice but to try and tackle the stain 
straight away.

To my delight most of the ink came out
 just with cold water and soap 
though I was amazed at the amount of ink stain
once it was released into the water.
A sink full of deep blue water remained,
but at last I was left with only faint marks
which I hoped would disappear entirely
 once the throw had been washed.

It was only as I loaded it into the washing machine
 I saw the label telling me
 The sopping material in my hands emphasised

 At the end of the wash cycle
 to my relief I saw the material was un-damaged.
The fringing however was tied up in absolute knots. 

 I tried to untangle it but without much success.

Anyway, the cold wind was persisting and the day was dry,
 so on to the line it went,
tossing and dancing with each new gust.

Even so I couldn't resist reaching out to have another go at unravelling the tangled skeins.

Why do I find it so hard to simply give in sometimes?

With a tug the dancing wind whisked the threads 
from between my fingers 
and at last I let go.

I know it may be elementary common sense 
that the yarn should be easier to tease apart and untangle 
once it was dried,
 but it was only as I disentangled the fringe on the dry throw,
each silky strand 
falling into place through my fingers,
 the penny dropped.

How often do I fret and worry at a problem,
not able to let it go,
 only to feel it become more impenetrable.

Once I can release the tightened strands of my life
 to the wind of the Spirit,
a new dance of freedom can begin.

The act of relinquishment,
of knowing my place in the scheme of things,
of above all knowing His,
opens the way to new outcomes I could never bring about.

Spirit of God, unseen as the wind

Author: Margaret Old


Spirit of God, unseen as the wind,
gentle as is the dove:
teach us the truth and help us believe,
show us the Saviour's love!

You spoke to us - long, long ago -
gave us the written word;
we read it still, needing its truth,
through it God's voice is heard.


Without your help we fail our Lord,
we cannot live his way;
we need your power, we need your strength,
following Christ each day.


P.S.  Back to the mundane - here's my newly washed throw, complete with straightened fringe!


Monday, 8 April 2013

Never Judge a Book...

If you had been in my beloved park this morning 
you might have seen a lady of a certain age 
wearing a purple padded coat, 
with a cerise scarf wound high around the collar, 
and a knitted grey hat pulled low over the ears in an effort
 to close any chinks against the still bitter wind.

Drawing close enough you would also have seen a pair of streaming red eyes,
and realised what you had taken for
 a reddish-brown Hitler-style moustache
 is, in reality, a super crop of cold sores. 

Seeing all this set off by a puffy white face,
 with the sound effects
 being somewhat puffy as well  
might have caused you to think,
 in your compassionate way, 
"Poor old duck!"

Dear readers,
 that poor old duck was me,
and though outwardly I looked a pretty miserable specimen
inwardly I was rejoicing
because for the last 6 weeks or so I've had a re-occurring virus,
(hence the still streaming eyes, etc),
and today was the first time since it's start I felt up to a walk.


Almost felt like a young catkin instead of an old nut!

Hope you feel the same!

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Be Grateful for Yourself!

T'other day Granddaughter Number Two (21)
was bemoaning the fact she had to leave 
just as Great Grandson Number One (5) 
had arrived.

"I feel bad now" she said.

"Don't feel bad!
It's a great day!
You are beautiful!
Be grateful for yourself and don't feel bad!
Feel good!"
Great Grandson (5) said.

I can't ever remember thinking thoughts like that
 when I was five years old can you?

Marvelling above all that he has learnt 
we can, and should, be grateful for ourselves;
a lesson I was late coming to,
and am still coming to.

I pray he holds on to the light in his spirit.

I pray the light in his spirit touches yours today.

This song by Luka Bloom is sung for St. Brigid's Day, Feb 1st,
the start of the Celtic spring. 
  As we are still waiting for spring, 
and the sentiments are eternal, hope you enjoy it!
(Thanks for introducing me to it Phil!  Blue Eyed Ennis )

Be Blessed