well, this last week we held the first ever x:plore... an emergent & multi-sensory service that was incredibly contemplative - loved it, loved it. we prayed round the trinity...

god is good...

sweet! it works!

right. time to come clean... i am generally known as a techno-phobe [for good reason]. and here i am, WELL impressed with myself! i have created (albeit with a little help) a blogspot. that is my second greatest achievement today. the first was being part of a meeting of a smallish group that i think will turn out to be the roots of an emergent gathering... (dare i say church??). we'll see. meanwhile, i am going to go back to grading essays (at least i am tired, that means it hurts my head less when i read a really terrible one) and hope that this keeps working!

Beyond self? The urge to worship

So, I am thinking... how does a blogger move beyond themselves? How to get past 'me-ism'... or the urge to spew 'truth-as-i-experience-it-fever?' I will work on it... meantime, I can't figure out how to make the links work : ( But, on the Browler one you could meet my nephew (if you like pictures of babies and details about breast-feeding!) and the others are just interests...

Questions they don't ask on your profile:
What makes you worship? Yahweh song by u2. (11, on How to dismantle an atomic bomb) the smell of cut grass horses moving, newborn anything, rublev's The Trinity, walking by rivers, on moors, getting up a grade in climbing, and sometimes silence...

beyond self?

So here I am

Still at work at midnight. A new aunt (twelve days old, he is lovely - swarthy, and strong). A (very nearly) one year married thirty-something year old - still figuring out how to share my life properly, and enjoying trying. Generally (dis)content. somethings i love, some things i struggle with. For years now i've been an on-again-off-again sufferer of the black dog...and i'm trying to shake it off. hard to explain really, but somehow or other 'malignant sadness' is creeping in. So. what to do? i know. i'll join my brother, my friends, and several people whose lives' i've 'eavesdropped' on and blog. maybe that will help me to think. or see the stars in the bleak night-sky. or, at least think beyond myself. who knows?