The Long Walk Home

Tomorrow is ‘wear your slippers to work’ day. Check out Mr Burley’s excellent blog for more details. My housemate gets to appreciate his genius at Cornhill so they can scheme over things like this. I think it won’t be all that difficult for me to do, although I might draw the line on driving in slippers. Wear your slippers to work day.

On a completely different note here’s an interview with a good band and their inspiring thoughts on this God thing.

Which I discovered on this man’s blog, I know some people who know him, hence the discovery, I love his writing genius and the way he sometimes writes things that are in my head.

And finally.
Here are some things I’m glad of right now:
“Cos when I’m weak, You make me strong
When I’m blind, You shine Your light on me
Cos I’ll never get by living on my own ability
How refreshing to know You don’t need me
How amazing to find that You want me”
(Casting Crowns)

Snow makes the most amazing sound underfoot. It crunches and groans under your footsteps. Snow makes everything look amazing, deadens all other sound, makes you catch your breath in wonder and when it goes everything looks sad and defeated at being exposed for what it really is. Even communist architecture looks good in snow (although I do have a love of it without the snow covering, there’s something about seeing concrete surrounded by beautiful mountains and green fields….) There’s always something good about gazing at this amazing world and thinking, hang on, I know the maker. Or, hang on, the maker of all this knows me.

Tonight I feel like I’m in a decompression chamber, the cusp of two worlds, the space inbetween the lines in my head. The transition between what has been and what will be. It’s strange to think that yesterday morning I was in Prague, and now I’m in Brighton, a route achieved via Bournemouth, Southampton and Guildford. Tomorrow I won’t travel anywhere and then I’m off again. Which clearly explains the need to write this somewhere. I’d better go to bed before tomorrow comes.

This new year passed me by, I was in the land of escape, the lovely Czech mountains, enjoying being back in Eastern Europe. We spurned new year in favour of bed and sleep. Liberating maybe, but the whole new year thing has passed me by. I did however make one important resolution: Eat more fruit in savory dishes. It really works. And yes, that is what I have learnt from the last week and a half. There is something enormously satisfying about days when all you do is get up, walk around some pretty mountains, eat amazing food, read books, chat, laugh, eat more food, walk in more perfect snow scenes and go to bed. I don’t see why we can’t just do that for the rest of life. Really.

Dammit. She’s gone and done it, I don’t of course mean dammit, I mean hoorah and other worthy things, and go and read this because it’s brillant and wonderful. Steffy B’s 31 songs. Now I’m in the agonising state of being spurred on to complete mine or slightly wondering whether to bother. Whatever, hats off to Binface.