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False Autumn
Experts are saying that the reason the trees are shedding leaves early is to cut back on their commitments in response to the prolonged heatwave. They call this a "false autumn".
We volunteered to do various things at the meeting at the Meeting House (too any "meetings" in that sentence but sometimes inelegance is unavoidable- or only avoidable by pomposity). Before the meeting I picked a Bible off the central table, let it fall open where it chose and homed in on a passage in the middle of the left hand page, which- after a little interpretation- very nicely reinforced the thoughts I was already having- and planned to voice later. What happens in Meeting stays in Meeting so I'm not going to go into the issues- just affirm- as has always been my experience- that oracles work. The passage, btw, was Ezekiel 47: 21-23. Did the book have to be a Bible? Of course not. I suspect any book would do, but perhaps it helps if has a a certain cultural heft. The Latins and Latinists used to have recourse to Virgil- and there's a character in one of the Ruth Rendell mysteries I read recently who uses Paradise Lost.
The family from Liverpool are down for a week, staying at Camber. They visited yesterday afternoon. They're big people. Fabrizio is now considerably taller than I am, Christa as tall while Miguel is coming up fast. When they all crowded into our front room I found myself inwardly wailing, "But the house is too small!". We played a game, at Fab's suggestion, where you go round in a circle adding a sentence to a narrative and every line ending has to rhyme. The kids were good at it. One of the rhyme words was "ocean" and Miguel- who is only nine- came up with "promotion." I though that was smart.
Yesterday was the last day of the air show. There was a turn by an RAF Typhoon. Noisy thing! At bedtime there were fireworks- exceptionally good fireworks. Our bedroom window isn't exactly ringside but it affords a reasonable view out over the town centre.
We volunteered to do various things at the meeting at the Meeting House (too any "meetings" in that sentence but sometimes inelegance is unavoidable- or only avoidable by pomposity). Before the meeting I picked a Bible off the central table, let it fall open where it chose and homed in on a passage in the middle of the left hand page, which- after a little interpretation- very nicely reinforced the thoughts I was already having- and planned to voice later. What happens in Meeting stays in Meeting so I'm not going to go into the issues- just affirm- as has always been my experience- that oracles work. The passage, btw, was Ezekiel 47: 21-23. Did the book have to be a Bible? Of course not. I suspect any book would do, but perhaps it helps if has a a certain cultural heft. The Latins and Latinists used to have recourse to Virgil- and there's a character in one of the Ruth Rendell mysteries I read recently who uses Paradise Lost.
The family from Liverpool are down for a week, staying at Camber. They visited yesterday afternoon. They're big people. Fabrizio is now considerably taller than I am, Christa as tall while Miguel is coming up fast. When they all crowded into our front room I found myself inwardly wailing, "But the house is too small!". We played a game, at Fab's suggestion, where you go round in a circle adding a sentence to a narrative and every line ending has to rhyme. The kids were good at it. One of the rhyme words was "ocean" and Miguel- who is only nine- came up with "promotion." I though that was smart.
Yesterday was the last day of the air show. There was a turn by an RAF Typhoon. Noisy thing! At bedtime there were fireworks- exceptionally good fireworks. Our bedroom window isn't exactly ringside but it affords a reasonable view out over the town centre.
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How terribly early medieval of you! :o)
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