Born a twin six minutes after my sister. My parents had no idea I was in there until AFTER my sister was born. This was in the 1950’s when scans were not common place 🙂 Sounds ancient does n’t it? But although I have just past 60, I feel like my journey is just beginning. Perhaps it is because I have looked up and around and realised I have not consciously made use of this thing called Life, nor given back to the world what I should. And so there is an anxiousness to do something quick, to be able to say my life has been meaningful, before the sands of time run out.
I love to write, put my thoughts down, for as E.W. Forster said, “how can I know what I think unless I see what I say”.
So I write, essentially about my ‘Encounters’ with myself, with others, and with my Lord. The distinctions are not always clear. More and more I find that they are all inter-twined. When I encounter others, I am in some way encountering myself, and when I encounter myself, I encounter my Lord.
A favourite quotations captures this best: “Oh unchanging God, help me know myself, that I might know you.” St Augustine.
And so I started this ‘journal’ – this open book into which I want to scribble my mind’s story. If you turn the pages, I hope you enjoy it, for it is all I can share on cyber space – or as Chardin called it “the noo-sphere”.
Ramblin’ Rose – a sweet memory.
I am sure my Dad had no idea how I would turn out when he sang the lullaby to me, in a voice almost as glorious as Nat King Cole:
Ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose …..Why you ramble, no one knows …..
I can’t promise that anyone is going to love me or my ramblings but just as the Rose goes where the sun draws it … so too must I go … wherever The Son draws me.
I would love to hear from you and hope you will share your insights and discoveries as we travel to our final destination, ‘whatever you conceive it to be’ .
I look forward to meeting you and making the world a smaller place 🙂
Meanwhile, here is the glorious lullaby my Father sang to me. ENJOY