Friday 29 July 2011

100 Ways to Hold a Thimble

This morning I was checking through my emails and found an update about Blogblast for Peace 2011. Mimi has created a new challenge for Facebook. Here's the email:
Good evening, Peace Bloggers!

I have a challenge for you! In less than 100 days we will launch another BlogBlast For Peace. We say we want peace? Let's put some substance to this movement. What are the reasons you blog for peace? Post one reason a day in your FB status. How many reasons can we find? Let's go!

It's a lovely idea, but my brain just went blank. I couldn't even think of one response, let alone a hundred! I sat for a while, feeling more and more despondent at my utter lack of bright new reasons we need to talk about Peace.

Eventually I just gave up trying.

I shut the email and moved on to the next thinking, "What's the point? Can one unknown everyday person really make a difference and change the world?"

I opened my next email, feeling kind of tired and a bit depressed, hoping it might cheer me up. It's a daily message thing a friend signed me up to (thanks Kim! ), from:

Dear Persistent Girl,
There really is something you were born to do. Just you. There is a plan for your life, there is a mission you were created to accomplish, and there is a life that is meant JUST for you.
You were not born randomly. You were not an accident, and you are not a number.
Keep holding on. Stay with it. There is so much learning that takes place, so much training, so much boot camp that is so necessary before it all unfolds. Have patience and keep listening to your heart.
You were born for something great and unforgettable. You were born to do things that would never ever be done if you did not do them.
Keep going, keep going, keep going.
You can't ignore a message like that! I went to Facebook to put up my Blogblast badge and there I found two new petitions from other friends - petitions to try to make the world a better place. It got me thinking...

a petition isn't about one "important" or powerful person making a difference - it's about lots of ordinary "little people" standing up together to make a BIG difference.

There really is something you were born to do. Just you.

You can't bail a flood with a thimble, but what if you get all the world to help you?

Have patience and keep listening to your heart.

What if you bail with a billion thimbles?

Keep holding on. Stay with it.

So my response to the 100 Reasons for Peace challenge isn't going to be big grand statements about Peace. They're going to be thimblefuls - small ideas, little hopes, tiny wishes.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

See you tomorrow! ;-)

Sunday 17 July 2011


A music video for a lazy Sunday with a message to start the week on. The video is by "Playing For Change" - who use musicians from all over the world to create songs for the world. :-)

In their own words...

This song expresses the urgency we all face to unite together as a planet and offers us wisdom with the words, "War, children, it's just a shot away... Love, sister, it's just a kiss away". It really is that simple. We dedicate this song to all the lost, homeless and forgotten people in this world.

It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.


Friday 15 July 2011

Short Update on Me

I'm still waiting to find out what's bothering my health. For the last three months I've had lots of aches and pain and lots of water retention, but worst of all - I've been losing the use of my fingers and hands due to numbness and pain. Writing anything is slow and difficult, even holding a book to read hurts and doing anything like cooking? Forget it!! You don't realise how much you love your fingers until they aren't there for you.

So far my doctor isn't sure what's causing my problems. I've had five sets of blood tests and have more tests and an ultrasound booked for next week. The only medication he could give me for now was water-retention tablets. They've been fantastic! For almost two months I was so swollen up I couldn't get shoes on, but now I can bend my knees and ankles again (trust me... you miss them when you can't!) and I can get my sandals on. That means I can get out and go places. :-)

Now I just need to get my fingers back!

If Pigs had Wings...

...they'd live in Scotland. :-) Because all the pigs in our area get their own little metal sheds to sleep in that look exactly like tiny airplane hangars.

Ever since I first came here I've wanted to photograph a pig farm, but never managed it. Last week roadworks and delays meant I finally had a change to stop near a farm and take some photos. You can see the rows of 'hangars' going up the hill. The white things in the front are seagulls gathered around a muddy pond.

More piggies in the distance pottering about the fields.

...and a closer zoom on the pigs pottering about the sheds. on warm days they mostly lie in the sun, but when it's too hot or too cold they hide out in their hangars and the fields look empty.


Wednesday 6 July 2011

The Heart Knows

One of the blogs I subscribe to is Druid Journal, written by Jeff Lilly. Jeff always manages to make me think and his recent post, Musings on Wild and Goose, is no different. He was inspired to write after attending the Wild Goose Festival - a Christian festival with a difference. To find out more I highly recommend you read Jeff's post and follow his links to the Wild Goose Festival website.

It's very refreshing to have a Pagan recommend a Christian festival, but then that's just an example of the open-mindedness I enjoy about Jeff's blog. :-) The part that struck me the most in his post was about the symbolism of the Wild Goose in ancient Celtic Christianity:

Among the Catholics, the Holy Spirit is often represented by a dove; but the Celtic Christians preferred to think of it like a “wild goose”. Why? For them, the Holy Spirit was not a quiet, demure bird, but a loud one, and uncontrollable one, which arrives unexpectedly and wakes the neighbors. It does not submit to human authority. When this spirit calls, you have no choice but to listen, and your life may never be the same. I think many pagans can relate to this aspect of the spiritual world.

Regardless of your religious background, or belief system, I think nearly everyone can relate to those moments when your heart soars up and tells you, "NOW is the time to fly."

It reminded me of one of my mom's favourite songs:

“Cry of the Wild Goose” by Frankie Laine

My heart knows what the wild goose knows,
I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?

Tonight I heard the wild goose cry,
Wingin' north in the lonely sky.
Tried to sleep, it weren't no use,
'Cause I am a brother to the old wild goose,

Oh, my heart knows what the wild goose knows,
And I must go where the wild goose goes.
Wild goose, brother goose, which is best?
A wanderin' fool or a heart at rest?

May your heart always find wings to fly.