I'm in a Youth Hostel in Edinburgh. I have eight minutes before my money runs out. I'm here on an Iona Community weekend gathering. It's good to talk. Tonight our AGM was interrupted by three loud thuds outide the city-centre church we were meeting in. Outside, three chunks of tangled metal and one car astride the church's big stone outer wall and the pavement. Police taking photos. Clubbers on their mobiles. Iona people nattering. A circus. A city show. I hope the three drivers are ok. I'm on holiday. Loving GB blogs this week which I just read, awed. Back in 'the Pool' soon.
"I slashed my arm to the bone"
"I have just come out of mental hospital"
Words said as 'first words' to me.
I feel pleased because the first person has just said their first words to me EVER ............. up 'till now there has been avoidance. So I am pleased.
Accepting people as they are is always the right thing but not always the easy thing. I hate to say this but, I sometimes have an inner 'cringe' at the disaster of a life lived. Outside my first hand experience. Outside ........ the on show me ......... is a sensitive and loving me, not shocked, not cringing away ......and that is real. I have the deepest of feelings for the damaged souls. It comes down to the soul. It is not just body damage, not just mental damage, not just a lifetime of rejection ........ it is soul damage. Damaged by a collection of the above and sometimes more, and stuff we will never will know.
The damage it can do to my soul ............. it is draining and the need and skill and awareness to stay positive and loving and blessing people is a drain. That is why I need you. Need my friends. Need people who love me and accept me. That is soul food. That is the thing I live for. Giving till it hurts and receiving like the thirsty ........ I am!
So I do these things. I write and reflect and learn. I need to write because, that too, is soul food.
If you have stuck with me to the backside here. Thanx.
I will reflect again and ........ the iPod is .......IS...... fantastic.
bhp
We ventured to the Filmworks tonight to see Matrix Reloaded. As we left we were drawn by the sound of distant techno to Exchange Square. Here we found a very strange performance taking place, involving two large video screens forming a backdrop to a series of walkways and ramps. Inhabiting this set-up were two performers who also appeared from time to time (a la Noble and Silver) on the video films running behind them.
We stayed a while, but the speeches and the action (burning bits of paper – or at least trying to!), were pretty impenetrable to the latecomer.
Judging by the meagre crowd of 20 or so, despite town being decidedly busy tonight, it didn’t appear to be that compelling a performance.
We wandered home, but were left wondering – what on earth was that all about then?
Answers on a squawk box please…
Had a meeting today .....such fantastic people ...... still buzzing from it all .......also watching big brother as I blog and know that the nation will be locked in three weeks if not now.
Ok ... it is human manipulation but these people are still bhp's and i value them EVEN with their weaknesses and behaviour of cringe. If I work and love people with far worse behaviour ....... why not love these?
Yes ....... I have decided to make my life an act of love.
Even Big Brother humans!
And a daughter phone call says there is a Christian in the house?
hey hey .............. love intense
bhp
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...... so many good ones I have ......with you on ......... but I have loaned the famous 'script' ....."where do we go from here......" one.
If anyone has got it .....can you return?
Or ....... if you know the original band members can you ponce a copy for me .......please?
bhp