Category Archives: From the basement

I’ve written lots of things over the last few years, some I think are worth reading again. Search through the old boxes and see what’s down here.

Sun, Sunny, Sunshine.

Sunshine

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Love…?

(inspired by a misty beach and conversation with the excellent Mandy Taylor) On pondering love and a Grace filled community: When we love someone we aren’t waiting for them to be perfect, we aren’t even waiting for them to be … Continue reading

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Thoughts eh.

“Thoughts jostle at the back, fighting each other to come forward to be heard Tangles strings weave in and out of each other. Seeking connection, Independence, Clamouring to be heard, unravelled and put to bed.”

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I *heart* Brighton

I don’t think I got through more than an hour this weekend without declaring in a loud voice, “I love Brighton”, or, “no no, you don’t get it, I really LOVE Brighton”.  It’s true, and it’s in months like May … Continue reading

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Oops

Me and husbandface walking into town, talking about Psalm 131. It’s the one where the Psalmist says: 1 My heart is not proud, O LORD, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things … Continue reading

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Holy Week

Sometimes it’s easy to forget Easter, I’ve found that especially over the last two years when I’ve been working and Easter has seemed little more than a refreshing long weekend in the midst of the slog. This year we’ve made … Continue reading

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a new room

This weekend we reclaimed a weekend from our planned lives and schedules. We postponed a weekend where we needed to be awake and exchanged it for one where we didn’t. So we did this on Saturday: We also bought a … Continue reading

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Lesson no. 568

When beating oneself up with a large stick for being generally useless, ugly, stupid and sinful, God doesn’t join in. He lovingly takes the stick from us, snaps it over his knee, wraps his arms around us and tells us … Continue reading

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Douglas strikes again.

I can’t read a Douglas Coupland novel without the need to paste quotes from it everywhere, well maybe with the exception of “All families are psychotic”.  His latest is called Generation A, 19 years on from Generation X it’s a … Continue reading

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Saturday night

One husbandface, one Binface, one bottle of wine, two guitars, one box drum.  Singing, playing, hitting and ending up with some quality glee 🙂

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