tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81264442024-03-23T17:54:18.319+00:00dulcius ex asperis<em>here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.</em>EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.comBlogger449125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-78972877489846969682012-08-29T10:07:00.001+01:002012-08-29T10:07:42.528+01:00Here's the new blog if you're interested:<br />
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http://alwaystwocups.wordpress.com/EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-34210638382431416822012-07-15T15:26:00.002+01:002012-07-16T22:26:13.000+01:00Blog RetirementIt's time.<br />
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Time to retire this blog and begin a new chapter.<br />
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<i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thanks</i>EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-73443112533402468812012-06-25T22:39:00.003+01:002012-06-26T12:06:23.705+01:00Being Old-Fashioned<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
Perhaps you might expect me to apologise for this old-fashionedness....this love of making things “from scratch”, of preferring books to a TV, of cooking and baking and loving a simpler life. Of not partying or drinking very much, of loving the outdoors and working hard with my hands and mind. Is it old-fashioned to look at the outline of a tree in the sky and see poetry? To not have to be happy and still be joyful? To be content even if, like Daniel, you don’t like the place you live? Is “old-fashioned” wrong if is upright and holy? Has being modest gone out of fashion with Christians? Am I wrong to not want to live like my neighbour, even as I live with them? Am I weird for not wearing the fashion because it just doesn’t seem.....Godly?<br />
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In noticing that I’m rather an odd one out around here, I have some to agree with Elizabeth Bennet:<br />
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I’m learning much about what I respect in people. One of my favourite phrases is that something or someone is “unkind, rude, and disrespectful”. These three things are probably the worst character traits in my eyes. Kindness shows the <i>choice</i> of love, politeness valuing the other person more, and respect again putting them first. These traits seem to be overlooked or thought of as old-fashioned. They’ve gone out of style. Gone are the days when you wouldn’t speak to someone unless you were introduced to them – out of politeness and as not to be disrespectful. Gone are the days when simple politeness was “normal” and it wasn’t unheard of for someone to help a stranger – and the stranger didn’t think they were going to be mugged. Not too long ago, when I was about 7.5 months pregnant, I was on a bus standing next to an elderly lady. Yes, standing, while both men and women sat and looked at us. I was appalled, embarrassed for their lack on manners – especially to have a wee old lady stand while they sat! <br />
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So where is my rant going....well, it’s just that I am thinking a lot about <i>honour</i> these days. Honour of God and honour of my husband mostly, and then how that looks in my life. And I think that one of the ways I’m honouring God is by being what the world calls “old-fashioned”. In my life right now that means I’m choosing specific things for Charlotte – like having her life be very simple – not a lot of toys, not a lot of things like TV and music (other than simple Sunday school songs and classical music). It looks like me being careful in my choices of time management. It would be really easy for me to watch too much TV now that I’m home all the time, or fritter away the time. Rather than that, I am choosing to be careful that what I read is wholesome (another old-fashioned thing) and that I spend some extra time studying the Bible.<br />
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And this is all leading where? Hopefully to a better understanding of what it means to be in the world but not <i>of</i> it. That I learn better to honour God and people around me, and that as Charlotte grows she sees the fruits of kindness, gentleness and self-control. Joyfulness being better than “happiness” and that she (and I) realise that contentedness is something to choose.</span>EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-34830721108026503812012-06-06T13:42:00.000+01:002012-06-06T13:55:24.253+01:00time managementWhat a boring title for a blog! Blog posts are supposed to be interesting or crafty, or exciting, or encouraging, but that, that is just plain boring! And yet, it is really more of the reality of my life right now than being interesting, fun, crafty, exciting or anything else that springs to mind. I enjoy reading other people's blogs - especially those people who seem to have the life that I wish I did. Not that I'm discontent with my life, not at all, but I would love to be able to live more outside, more naturally (more granola as A likes to tell me), more Godly. These blogs are either written by people who 1) have too much time on their hands 2) have a better handle on life than I do or 3) are very good at time management.<br />
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Ah, and here is where the crux of the matter is: time management. Now that the Bean is 11 weeks (!!) and we've got a pretty good handle on eating and napping and sleeping during the night, I have the ability to manage my personal time a bit better.
So lately I've been trying to take the opportunity to do some more serious Bible study and right now am working my way through Gideon with the intention of moving backwards in Judges to Deborah. One of the things that has really struck me about Gideon (Judges 4-6) was that his problems were caused by his ancestors not following the Lord's commands. In Numbers 31 God said to destroy the Midianites, which the Israelites didn't do. Because of this, the Midianites came back to oppress the Israelites. Israel had once again turned away from God so God allowed the things they didn't destroy to cause problems for them.<br />
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Now, I'm not great at seeing how to apply things from the Bible - especially Old Test. stories - but this one really made me look at those things that God commanded me to get rid of that I didn't and are now causing problems for me. My attitude towards people in general hasn't been great lately and I'm digging for the root cause so I don't plant seeds that will come up further down the line in my life, or worse, in C's!<br />
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My conclusion? Even as I'm working at destroying the things God has told me to, He is still willing to come and use me and teach me. Judges 6v14: "Go with the strength you have, and rescue Israel (yourself) from the Midianites (all those things I told you to get rid of). I am sending you!" and 6v16: "I will be with you. And you will destroy them all as if you were fighting against one man."EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-65294380896773238312012-01-22T08:41:00.003+00:002012-01-22T08:57:17.106+00:00preparation for a non-consumerEight weeks left! Yikes - eight weeks!!!! The closer we get to the birth, the more people want to give you all sorts of advice and comments that so obviously reflect their desires or opinions, not generic ones. I just have to laugh - especially when it's people who I have no respect for, especially in the child raising stakes. It is funny when you're going to do something that they obviously didn't do and are almost annoyed at you for planning on. For example, we're going to use reusable diapers/nappies. This seems to be a big deal and people are almost annoyed by it. As if because they didn't do it, we shouldn't be attempting it. The amount of comments I get like, "oh you'll give up on that in a few weeks" or "you'll not like doing that", aren't the most encouraging. But frankly, if our mum's generation all did it, it's not that big of a deal. They're certainly more convenient than they were when I was a child.<br /><br />As we prep and plan in these last few weeks, we are beginning to realise more and more how much "Stuff" people buy for their kids or think we should buy for this baby. Of course, there are some things that will be helpful and although sort of 'extra' will be of good use. I like those things. But really, this baby isn't even going to remember if it has stuff or not, so why start at the beginning to teach it about consumerism? And do things really have to be brand new?! Ok, I'll admit we have bought some things new - our pram and car seat are new. But we bought them on offer and they ended up being cheaper new than had we bought them second hand. But we have enough 'stuff' without making our child a consumeristic entity.<br /><br />So my goal is not to accumulate a whole load of "stuff" for this child. I'm happy for it to have what it needs and enjoy it and won't deprive it, but I am also happy to try and keep people from giving 'stuff', just for the sake of it. I know it's tempting, but let's look at necessity here. It's going to have a warm and dry place to sleep and plenty to eat with clean water. Now really, what more does it need besides our love and care?EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-26339491321997265102011-12-23T02:43:00.001+00:002011-12-23T02:46:00.258+00:00early morning 23.12.11In lying awake for several hours tonight and mulling over my sorrow with the Lord, I was reminded of a moment I had on Cave Hill all those years ago before moving here. I said to God that my heart would break and I would be broken if I moved here. He said, no, it was His heart and He that would break. If I would stand on Him, the shock waves wouldn't break me, but would go through me to Him. <br /><br />8 years on from that moment I feel like I'm breaking. The reason I thought I was supposed to live here has never materialised; the things I think I can offer, no one wants. Do I feel like I'm breaking cause I'm trying to 'do it myself'? Am I really not letting God take the hit and am relying on myself?<br /><br />I don't even know what to do to try and 'fix' things. In 3 months I'm going to become a mother. A mother in what very much seems to be an isolated existence. How did missionaries do it when they were completely by themselves and the only 'normal' communication they had was a letter that took months to reach them? Well, they did it by relying wholly on the Lord, so I must continue to try and learn that, focus on that, and have that be the reason for all. <br /><br />And hope in doing that I find the comfort the Psalmist found when He wrote: 'He will not let your foot slip, behold He who keeps you will neither slumber nor sleep.'EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-417179534597964092011-03-25T18:50:00.005+00:002011-03-25T19:39:52.622+00:00how much?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHg685kcTD9k-vhjeSy_D7BRsurUA5n6bRs5c6r0kCDpI6hyphenhyphenNyPKDjzP4VsYncEfBSrSY_BbcvnutlAMJ7OkVaaGVHl-jFVdVZJw2bgJpkvE_2a8m8EtlvifS-EiSF_T_Cu4/s1600/hope-1-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHg685kcTD9k-vhjeSy_D7BRsurUA5n6bRs5c6r0kCDpI6hyphenhyphenNyPKDjzP4VsYncEfBSrSY_BbcvnutlAMJ7OkVaaGVHl-jFVdVZJw2bgJpkvE_2a8m8EtlvifS-EiSF_T_Cu4/s320/hope-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588103519866949778" /></a><br />I'm always amazed at what people write on their blogs. They seem so interesting and open - my posts always feel a bit stilted. You see, being so open on something that is as public as a blog is something that I struggle with doing. Do I really tell people - the general public - whoever might happen upon this - what is really happening to my life, my heart, my....everything?<br /><br />Do I tell you that I'm rather distracted and disturbed by life? That I'm always lonely and frustrated that I have no friends? That I get frustrated that people who say they are fellow believers here don't seem to care about actually living for God? That I'm living on a shred of hope that someday I really might conceive? That when I smell the wind and see the light through the trees my heart pounds with its beauty? That I have a dream someday I will be useful in ways I will be able to see? That I hate this land and love it? That my confusion isn't because of what I don't know, but what I do?EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-71975543051212756272011-03-25T18:13:00.004+00:002011-03-25T18:49:45.638+00:00travelling...This week I'm heading to London for a few meetings. Times like this I love my job. I get to meet up with people who have jobs I think are incredibly fascinating and see if I can get them telling stories. The only odd thing about it is that I am usually the only female. Granted, how many women actually do work in the government/utility industries? Not many. So I end up being surrounded by men (most of whom are old enough to be my dad) and laughing at how nearly over-protective they are. There are a few who seem to think that I actually know what I'm talking about and listen to my views - this is always nice. But there are a lot more who give off the impression of <em>"oh bless, isn't she cute playing at this? we'd better humour her."</em> I distinctly dislike this side of things. It's not like it's MY fault I'm young and female. Sheesh, gimme a couple years and it'll sort itself out...at least the young bit. (hehehe)<br /><br />Then there are ones like this one who seems to think that my only reason for being in London should be to go out for a drink with him and that I work too much. He doesn't seem to get that his attention is unwanted and definitely unlooked for. How many times do you have to say "no thank you" before someone gets the idea that you're not going to go? Obviously more than I have already said - silly man, it's not going to happen.<br /><br />But even so, I am going to enjoy this trip - staying with great friends, sushi lunches with people who make me laugh and a little bit of Anna Chapman.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-13816529172985222362011-01-08T16:06:00.005+00:002011-01-08T17:36:07.032+00:00dreaming of planting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHF7YYDn7p0Jqht5NQFRiliCwsljgo3Xj5153c0fnQUn26BdD93fp2sLVMYCfB9LKjwZvcJcOnIF77lHKvR2P2jW67aEdB-woLVQxNoKxIX2_EvBItVGQAqBgM5JBLGiNNKM/s1600/garden01-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHF7YYDn7p0Jqht5NQFRiliCwsljgo3Xj5153c0fnQUn26BdD93fp2sLVMYCfB9LKjwZvcJcOnIF77lHKvR2P2jW67aEdB-woLVQxNoKxIX2_EvBItVGQAqBgM5JBLGiNNKM/s320/garden01-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559868113205750386" /></a><br />It's January. That month when the plants are either leaf-less or seemingly dead. Every plant I have is struggling to survive the harsh cold we're experiencing. With the country's water supply system in literal pieces and my office under review with their dealing of the situation, I dream of freshness...of spring, of summer, of what it will produce for me.<br /><br />Even though most of my plant are dead, there are a few who are brave enough to flaunt their heart in the face of the cold. My daffodils are already peaking forth from below the frosted ground. The willow in the corner of the garden still hides the tiny birds and has started to produce a string of buds, once more showing it's hardiness. Despite being covered in snow and ice for two weeks, as few of the herbs aren't completely frozen. And so I wait to see what will survive the winter.<br /><br />But while I wait, I dream of my garden. Of what I will plant...and my seeds have arrived!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv46p-S_WE-8aIQ9KJP9Xoo8iGx5wMAs1MTZQooXbZq1y2D6SiubGl-ELx99zDSsH9G67BfXUhh8DW1pRNfvovQSs1kb12nCPImVsz8CjbgRyZVvWnrnFpjAghmGPUl_CKKeo/s1600/garden02-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv46p-S_WE-8aIQ9KJP9Xoo8iGx5wMAs1MTZQooXbZq1y2D6SiubGl-ELx99zDSsH9G67BfXUhh8DW1pRNfvovQSs1kb12nCPImVsz8CjbgRyZVvWnrnFpjAghmGPUl_CKKeo/s320/garden02-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559870025702794050" /></a><br /><br />I might have gone a little over board this year. Last year I had two beds and a load of pots strewn around the garden. This year I'll plan better. While I'll still do onions, even thought they take up so much room, I'll not have shallots this year. They will have to wait until I have a proper, big garden with more than two small beds. I'll have Oregon Sugar Pod peas again, but put them at the back of the bed where they won't block the sun (beginners mistake last year), radishes and carrots will go in right away and will be planted two or three times as they ripen, while I'll not make the mistake of having dill in the bed again. Last year it tried to take over, so I'll keep it in a well watered pot, along with the gerkins. Lettuce gets a couple plantings over the course of the summer/autumn so it'll be a nice mix over the time. French beans (not the mini plants this year, but proper climbers, and broccoli will fill the rest of the beds.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4iSRJF058Yino1X8L3xoctrpyW_hthTKBdMx51GGnandCp6lgSgjUVwNpatW-Xv5eZQoh3JozJF4UWU2taIcU2I-C6WRddZp4rlECvnF4znUTemhB-f9w02UGH3-dEGkHv0/s1600/garden03-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4iSRJF058Yino1X8L3xoctrpyW_hthTKBdMx51GGnandCp6lgSgjUVwNpatW-Xv5eZQoh3JozJF4UWU2taIcU2I-C6WRddZp4rlECvnF4znUTemhB-f9w02UGH3-dEGkHv0/s320/garden03-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559869315707576770" /></a><br /><br />I think my favourites are the potatoes...they go in the bags and I have extra bags this year so hope to have lots more than last year - just need to figure out how to store them afterward.<br /><br />I also got flowers this year...seeds and will be getting plants. This will take some sorting as I've not got enough pots to plan all these, but might try to convince A to build me a raised flower bed against the back fence. <br /><br />Hopefully this will all work. I'd like to go pickles again this year with the gerkins, only more than 5 jars. They turned out pretty well, taste-wise. Maybe cooked a bit long.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-81326026636194333162010-12-17T18:00:00.003+00:002010-12-20T12:38:14.911+00:00changing seasons or jack of all trades...It's snowing....lots. Unusual for us, but apparently not this winter as we've already had a bout of snow, which then melted and has now returned with a vengeance. Such a vengeance that A is stuck in England. Two flights canceled and he's now hired a car and trying to drive several hundred miles north to catch a ferry. If he gets the ferry he'll be back to NI sometime in the early hours of the morning. Fun - or something. At least he's with a co-worker.<br /><br />I'm enjoying 6+ inches of snow and it's still falling. It slightly amuses me that the whole of the UK stutters to a halt with a bit of snow. I realise that putting the several million into the infrastructure would be impractical, so I'm not advocating that by any means. But really, snow isn't that big of a deal - put it in a low gear, go slow and don't stop - you'll be fine. Or just get out and walk. There is just no need for this widespread panic.<br /><br />As the season becomes harshly winter, I remember times in my life when everything was like the death of winter. But even through times when there seemed to be no growth, roots were pushing deeper and eventually, small bits of green growth started to show. My life has been a dramatically changing season the past year. Recently, I've been finding it difficult to put words to thoughts, almost as if my brain is struggling to remember the basics of my mother tongue. This has happened a few times in my life, but never with such strength as it is currently. My husband assures me it's only because my brain is being stretched to it's limit with my job, and once that becomes more 'normal' instead of being a constant struggle, my brain will accept those things that I've known all my life. It better do that, otherwise I'm going to wander about trying to think of the word for 'toilet-roll'. :)<br /><br />But seasons bring such interesting changes and through provoking ones at that. the past several weeks has brought thoughts of 'being content' and 'settling where planted'. Wanting to do everything has always been something I've had to watch out for. Jack of all trades, master of none, has always been an appropriate moniker for me. Not something of which I'm terribly proud. But I'm trying to settle down and focus on what's in front of me. Not to waste opportunities or forget that there are things right in front of me that I need to do, and do well. I need to not be selfish and keep looking always ahead, but look at the current season and see what I need to be putting myself into. <br /><br />I'm wondering, though, if it's time I took a step back from some things. I want to make sure that I'm not pulling back from things and then filling my time wastefully. But there are a few things that perhaps are no longer necessary. The new year will be a good, natural time to re-evaluate.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-13179832391349267002010-11-18T18:27:00.002+00:002010-11-28T15:27:48.246+00:00Lynnie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2SJ1l8wjwuveOKUztebHL8R9hGCv_MJWVbcbcu_HYXJYfD4xcNAGZqLHTd_NTFRqr6D0eYdI4Q5ZU82tZasR6TJz9Gx849lizFQ4lCmd2G9WYqanzu9QQlgsCL7YNJd7WCI/s1600/Dave+Lynn+E-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2SJ1l8wjwuveOKUztebHL8R9hGCv_MJWVbcbcu_HYXJYfD4xcNAGZqLHTd_NTFRqr6D0eYdI4Q5ZU82tZasR6TJz9Gx849lizFQ4lCmd2G9WYqanzu9QQlgsCL7YNJd7WCI/s320/Dave+Lynn+E-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540958785454599938" /></a><br /><br />My friend is really sick. She has a brain tumour. Oh, my heart aches. And she? She is beauty personified. She continues to love, to believe, to encourage, to laugh. <br /><br />She is a hero.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-2147412312575551262010-09-18T19:11:00.001+01:002010-09-18T19:11:32.892+01:00cultivating when I grow up...cultivating when I grow up...<br />Whenever I was younger I wanted to be a lot of different things. There's a picture of me about aged 5 dressed in a paramedic jacket and a hard hat in the Children's Museum in Mpls. Then I wanted to be a baseball player like Kirby Puckett...only I wasn't short, round, or black...hmmmm, this meant I needed to choose another career.<br /><br />The ideas were from one side of the spectrum to another, from being a teacher, an architect, a fighter pilot, a doctor, a nurse, in the army, a business woman, a writer, a translator, a paramedic, a linguist...<br /><br />And now I am a civil servant, I work in an office most days, dealing with a utility industry and bemoaning the fact that I still wonder what I want to be when I grow up. One thing I have discovered about myself through all this is that I actually LIKE change. Yes, odd, isn't it? After being in my current job for only three years, I wonder about doing something else. Yet one of the things about the civil service that I dislike, is the fact that one is moved every several years to a different post in order to gain more stills so one can move to the next grade level. I would prefer to gain knowledge in an area and then be promoted on merit as I am more useful to the company. No such luck here.<br /><br />As I think about what I do and what about my job attracts me, I wonder if it's just that I feel like it's useful and I'm (slightly) making a difference. In reality, I struggle to be inside the bulk of the day, and I want to be doing something that is changing the Kingdom of God.<br /><br />I've decided recently that I'm going to start learning to do new things or reinforce some things that I already know and want to be able to do again or do more fully. Seeing as I am not sure "what I'm supposed to be when I grow up", I'm going to teach myself how to do new things and see what happens.<br /><br />like knitting and going back to studying languages and get stuck into 'studying' the Bible rather than just 'reading' the Bible.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-4363671178502536552010-09-02T22:02:00.004+01:002010-09-02T22:14:44.019+01:00days like thisThere are days when the smallest things hit me like a tonne of bricks. And days when nothing touches me. Today was a bizarre combination of the two.<br /><br />I had two quite serious meetings at work today. One involved my Director (the head of my Division) and a Director and the Chief Exec of the company with which we do business. It was a necessary meeting. But it shouldn't have happened. The work should have been carried out at lower levels without having to get these two men involved. But the work didn't happen, and so the meeting. It was rather uncomfortable at times. My boss making the case, their Director making the case against it. Me bringing some facts to the table and then their CE quietly telling their Director what they were going to do and basically pulled rank (as he should be able to do) and agreed to do what we said they must do. So a result, but an awkward one. I don't like seeing people put into that position where someone else has to put them down into their place. Especially as this Director is nearly 30 years my senior and very senior to me in work terms.<br /><br />The other meeting involved the same company, only different staff. It started at 1400 and I left at 1615 while the meeting was still going on! It was useful information, but what was must more useful was the information they didn't 'try' to give, those comments that are dropped in conversation that aren't looked for.<br /><br />The whole experience today was tiring. And I got home and got some news that hit me like a tonne of bricks. It was something I was neither expecting to hear, nor have the effect on me that it did. That was a surprise, and I don't like to be surprised at how I respond to things. For a moment I thought I had lost hope. But that is silly. There is no reason to do that. Especially when in reality I'm very pleased by this news...it just was also difficult to hear.<br /><br />So I'm at the end of the day. I'm tired, I feel like I'm running on empty. And tomorrow is another day of it. Good thing it's the weekend, but my goodness I almost feel like I need a good cry.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-19053527283156156622010-08-21T18:06:00.002+01:002010-08-21T18:09:10.186+01:00sometimes we just need a bit of nature...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR9oVk2SdofFXqkv1mXA1xMOHApVAXeF9AgMzsnh-2FWmf1_xxKfAdjDbL_-0ZzN_lJkyvvT0dyfHV1jOhsWNzUrCX0CdRykse_9jz62VRFR1OO1FnXlLs3efeosbJzYdsfQ/s1600/bluebells.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR9oVk2SdofFXqkv1mXA1xMOHApVAXeF9AgMzsnh-2FWmf1_xxKfAdjDbL_-0ZzN_lJkyvvT0dyfHV1jOhsWNzUrCX0CdRykse_9jz62VRFR1OO1FnXlLs3efeosbJzYdsfQ/s320/bluebells.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507911201027245106" /></a><br />While away with work, my colleague decided we needed to stop here and realise there is more to life than our jobs....EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-28709356772966480612010-08-21T12:44:00.002+01:002010-08-21T18:02:07.735+01:00work v lifeIt's been a really hectic last number of months. I've come to find that my current bit of life revolves around my job - something that has never occurred before. <br /><br />Responsibility is up, as are my stress levels (another job aspect that is new). The past couple weeks have been a bit of a discovery time: 1) always cover your own back (eg keep all correspondence so when your boss wants a history of your project you can go back to everything. 2) people don't tend to like you if you're telling them to do something they don't want to do. even if you're bound by law to tell them and they're bound by law to do it. <br /><br />On the other side of all this stress has been the absolute joy to work with a 'new' colleague. Unfortunately, my new colleague doesn't work in office, so although we talk on the phone nearly every day, we're not normally face to face. I've never before met someone and immediately wanted them to be my boss. This man is that person. But out of a work relationship has built a really lovely friendship. Even more so that his wife and my husband have come into it and we've moved past "work" to become friends. Makes keeping work, work quite interesting, but I can cope with that. <br /><br />The downside of all this is that work has really taken over in ways it hasn't before. Way more hours than desired, although necessary to get certain aspects done, and thus the non-work aspects of life have sort of fallen by the way-side. <br /><br />Work / life balance needs some focus.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-34640006650035685122010-08-10T21:17:00.001+01:002010-08-10T21:17:10.336+01:00livingsitting in an office building. it's grim, there is little light, the people around me are not friends, the light coming in through the window filters through the multi-story car park. it's sometimes interesting, sometimes fun, rarely boring. but is it life?<br /> <br />they're selfish, they're lazy, they don't like You, they don't like what You want. they laugh at me for loving You and trying to live like You. <br /> <br />but across the road sits my friend in heartbreak. next to me sits a man who isn't well but lives in disappointment and long buried hopes. <br /> <br />why do we live the way the world says we should. why does he sit next to me in hate of his job and not do anything about it? why do i sit inside when I'd prefer to live outside?<br /> <br />why does this land laugh at You and when did we loose the knowledge of what it is to love and grieve and live?<br /> <br />in the garden?EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-63409912188963844522010-08-08T18:09:00.004+01:002010-11-16T21:20:06.301+00:00Either side of the coin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8rJEmeEp1r4nXraJkxyLLFDFZqufTzKhjNEwV8-tFphkx-oH1zLeaG6H0RU2iOMFzbcTpg3stx9oJhREzkV6wdA5cOXf7m4n8NRGIiCyh6X44k040fGmSllxf-6ojIoq8nY/s1600/IMG00672-20100808-1812.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8rJEmeEp1r4nXraJkxyLLFDFZqufTzKhjNEwV8-tFphkx-oH1zLeaG6H0RU2iOMFzbcTpg3stx9oJhREzkV6wdA5cOXf7m4n8NRGIiCyh6X44k040fGmSllxf-6ojIoq8nY/s320/IMG00672-20100808-1812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503088422936168194" /></a><br />My brother and <em>belle-soeur</em> are having a <em>bébé</em> in a couple months. I can't wait to meet this wee child, and am so thrilled they will be in <em>La France</em> for the <em>naissance</em>. While we don't know if it's a <em>garçon or fille</em> yet, I am so ready to buy wee clothes for <em>le petit chou</em>. Newborn clothes are SO tiny, it's hard to imagine that the wee <em>pieds</em> that will be small enough to be in these socks will someday be big enough to walk through <em>la vie</em> and run this race we face.<br /><br />Some days that race is more cross-country than road race. There is no smoothness and the mud and muck pulls at your feet and causes stumbles and slips. It amazes me sometimes to think of what life brings us from birth to death. How little we realise those decisions are so crucial. That <em>love</em> of His is so necessary. Necessary for us to leave the legacy of peace and gentleness, of love and not bitterness. <br /><br />My dear friend's Grandma died yesterday. Mimi....what a woman she was, oh aye, perhaps she didn't always choose the right thing, I recognise the humanity. But I loved the woman. The rather eccentric, electric, gentle, proper, ladylike and funny woman. The woman who had lived through success and failure, and walked out the other side in elegant poise.<br /><br />So here I live in the middle these two sides of the coin. Pre-birth and post-death....I hope to see you both some time.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-23160618034088441822010-08-06T16:36:00.000+01:002010-08-06T16:37:30.950+01:00Recently, I've come to the realisation that my life is very secular. Not necessarily me in my life, but the world around me. As my life goes around my job (wholly secular) and I have so few friends here, especially ones who I would want to pick up the habits of, there isn't a lot around me that focuses on Christ, or living like Him.<br /><br />From the standpoint of my whole life, this is a new aspect. I can remember a conversation (argument?) I had with someone who had been a friend and was walking away. She accused me of living in a Christian bubble. My family was Christian, I went to church, worked at this church, and most of my friends were Christian. I ever though this was a bad thing. I still don't. But as I look at my life now, I realise how those years were really building a foundation of how to respond and I've and love. What a great blessing that I was privileged enough to have that time of solid building so that now, when good, Godly conversation is slim, Godly back-up (at least here) is non-existent, I have those principles to lean on. Don't get me wrong, I'm making plenty of mistakes, but feel as if I'm going forward, even as I make them.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-75147284449920055212009-12-24T23:47:00.002+00:002009-12-24T23:51:15.925+00:00Happy ChristmasIt's below freezing...has been for the past several days...ice on the roads, snow in the garden...only a couple more hours until we phone in the webcam to the US Parents and join in with the Christmas Eve celebrations. <br /><br />Happy Christmas!EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-86186157382951618262009-11-06T20:33:00.002+00:002009-11-06T20:37:49.325+00:00trainingit's good to get another perspective and hash through training with people who know what you're talking about when you're mentioning repeats, lap times and core stability.<br /><br />slowly slowly my head is starting to come out of the McKenzie cloud. i'm training again...slowly trying to build some speed...my back is bad these days and it's keing me from doing anything too serious. frustrating. <br /><br />i might try to see a different physio.<br /><br />meanwhile, tonight was a race against the darkness as now it's 'night' at 17.15.<br /><br />4 x 5.30min<br />2min rest<br />warm up<br />cool down.<br /><br />tired. but a good tired.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-80395340742150043272009-10-28T16:54:00.000+00:002009-10-28T16:55:28.325+00:00motivationThe last couple months have been odd. Not in a bad way, just....well... in an odd way.<br /> We spent most of sept in America for our holiday. It was good but seriously thought provoking. <br /><br />I ran a 31mile trail race at the beginning of the holiday. Was gutted about the performance and didn't run the rest of the month. I struggled (am struggling) with this one. Came home without a whole lot of motivation or ideas of what to do about training. My back wasn't great so there wasn't a whole lot I could do. <br /><br />Then last weekend I ended up talking for a couple hours to someone I don't really know about running and training. It was a great laugh, even if it meant standing in the rain for 5 hours. And something about that discussion has given me back my training motivation. Odd how motivation can come from the most unexpected places. I still need to sort out some things in my head, but it's great to have a bit more focus. <br /><br />Need to remember I come from Track Town USA.EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-65293502275146154562009-08-29T13:11:00.001+01:002009-08-29T13:11:19.820+01:00All precious things discovered late<br />To those that seek them issue forth,<br />For Love in sequel works with Fate,<br />And draws the veil from hidden worth.<br /> --TENNYSONEFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-69080965590171728802009-08-26T14:28:00.000+01:002009-08-26T14:36:08.880+01:00Anne<em>There stood Anne and Diana,gazing bashfully at each other over a clump of gorgeous tiger lilies. "Oh, Diana," said Anne at last, clasping her hands and speaking almost in a whisper, "oh, do you think you can like me a little--enough to be my bosom friend?"</em><br /><br />Three years ago we moved. It wasn't a major move, so I thought. What's thirty miles of good road between friends? But with no car and no way of travelling the miles myself, I discovered that thirty miles was enough to end what I thought were friendships and turned out to be acquaintances. I was crushed. Yet what is to be done? You move on and keep living. I met people here and there, thought I was making friends, and discovered once again that growing up in a different country, with no family ties here, I was on the outside. <br /><br />Continuing my desperate prayer for a friend, I have made a few in the past several months that have potential. But I'm wary. Tired of giving myself to people who will walk away when the novelty wears off. People who go back to those they've known their whole lives.<br /><br />Then I met Anne. She's not really called Anne, but it suits her, and me. For she's Anne to my Diana. It is rare to find a true friend. Rarer still to realise the friendship at the first meeting. I am blessed by this friendship. Sometimes it seems that it is a fault that I can't seem to be "friends" with people. Am I too serious? Not shallow, frivolous enough? I know I do not hold "normal" conversations well. I want to know about the person I'm with, not have to talk about someone else or gossip about so and so. Maybe because I'm an outsider people don't want that type of friendship. <br /><br />But here I am met. Soul to Soul. It is as if we've spent years getting over the shallows and have jumped straight into the deep, only without the years of historical getting to know you.<br /><br />This friendship is worship - it's seeing God. His beauty and life and love. The seriousness of knowing Him in the heart of another and showing Him in my heart is here. In the laughter and fun and joy - and will probably be in tears and sorrow at some point. Oh, I know there will be more, year of this beauty. I haven't been told, but I know.<br /><br /><br /><em>"Well, did you find Diana a kindred spirit?" asked Marilla as they went up through the garden of Green Gables. "Oh yes," sighed Anne. </em>EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-74752528821653446012009-08-22T16:13:00.002+01:002009-08-22T16:18:14.229+01:00inspiration needed here.i spent some time looking at the archives of this blog and realised that i haven't written anything, i mean 'properly' written anything in a long time. there used to be someone that commented on my blog who inspired me, and then i stopped writing things from my soul and they stopped leaving comments. it's strange how life moves. maybe i just have no creativity in me anymore - it certainly seems to have dried up. but then maybe it's cause i just used to sit down with a blank sheet and a pen and write, and i don't do that anymore. <br /><br />maybe if i wrote i would have inspiration? maybe if i read things other than legislation and policy papers i would have inspiration?<br /><br />i have always wanted to read thoreau's walden and for some reason never have. so i am going to start reading it and see if it inspires anything...EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126444.post-21744439493534820172009-08-22T11:50:00.003+01:002009-08-22T11:56:13.300+01:00just weeks now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyDBxA36ygZ9EO8xv8YYT9w194VOzImOIgL_pQ-9MSO5iOomq4E8HcInIZCz8l04cVugRDTEDb4BEUNEB7jlk1Q_krA7zDwWcXIX0k9gpnUXmnl0fp0JPFQVO-n1iKMVMiuU/s1600-h/tamolitch.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyDBxA36ygZ9EO8xv8YYT9w194VOzImOIgL_pQ-9MSO5iOomq4E8HcInIZCz8l04cVugRDTEDb4BEUNEB7jlk1Q_krA7zDwWcXIX0k9gpnUXmnl0fp0JPFQVO-n1iKMVMiuU/s320/tamolitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372738773076216946" /></a><br /><br />In 17 days, after 400 days away, I will be seeing my family!<br /><br /><em>Hurrah!!</em><br /><br />and then I will see this beautiful pool, and then celebrate with a pack of coyotes.<br /><br />again, I say <em>HURRAH!</em>EFhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15683285641388919980noreply@blogger.com0