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Never thought I'd actually say that what we need in our house is more books....As some of you will know I am due to start a Masters course in Creative Writing for Young Adults at Manchester Metropolitan University later this year. This morning I got the reading list and I'll be checking out Newcastle library later this week, but it would be really nice to have a copy of some of the following

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I don't know about anyone else but I find it impossible to make decisions about who to vote for from election leaflets. They're always full of vague statements about wanting the best for everyone (who doesn't?!) and 'delivering' for the 'future' etc. We're meant to vote for the people who best represent us but how on earth are we meant to find out who that is? Politicians in Northern Ireland keep

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The following is copied and pasted from my friend's notes on Facebook. I am pleased to reproduce it here in light of the news from the BBC today that the Vatican ignored calls for information regarding clerical abuse.This is the piece that I wrote for Ikon's 'Pyrotheology' event, which was initially presented at the Black Box in Belfast in June '09 and then again at the Greenbelt festival on 28

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Went to see this play by Damian Gorman last night and very quickly realised that I'd never seen a Northern Irish transgendered person represented on stage before (or in a book, or on TV, or anywhere really), let alone a teenage transgendered person. But it wasn't only this which blew me away. What a wonderful and sensitive treatment of some of the issues facing young people in Northern Ireland

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This is my piece from last night's ikon gathering which was entitled 'No Bodies and Our Souls'.How much of what we experience of our bodies comes from the memory of the experience as attached to the particular words and selves we have learned? Perhaps that is impossible to answer; like trying to describe a moment which is beyond words to the point where the most vivid memory of it only brings a

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It is National Poetry Day. Happy National Poetry Day! :)If you want to read some of mine then check out the 'Poems for Adam and Eve' link on my links section.Here's one I wanted to share for today:'Sometimes' by Sheenagh PughSometimes things don't go, after all,from bad to worse. Some years, muscadelfaces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes

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This from the BBC the other day: a study showing that 40% of 'tweets' are 'pointless babble'.Aside from the fact that I have major issues about how a 'study' of this sort could possibly yield results that include statistics claiming insight into the 'pointlessness' of any attempt at communication (I'm not a scientist by any stretch of the imagination but that sounds suspiciously like nonsense/

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Looky over there ----->It's some lovely music from Sarah Masen and you can have it, for free! Or, if you think it's totally ace and you'd like the artist to have some of your money, you can give them some.Check out the title linkage for more music. I approve of this, lots and lots. Anyone know of a similar thing for writing/stories? Would be interested.

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This website is funny. Particularly if you have encountered/ been a part of/ are still a part of evangelical Christian culture. I liked the post about having a man-crush on Bono. But also the one I've linked to, which is about getting rid of all your best (/'evil') music. I can only remember doing away with a pretty good album by The Cult. But I do remember quite vividly walking away from a

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But I always am. Just remembered about this this morning and thought it was worth posting. Definitely worth listening to until the end. Whatever you thought of him, well, tunes like this speak for themselves. And Foy Vance is wonderful.

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Just got word of this. Pass it on. The School of Education at Queen's University, Belfast and Facing History and Ourselves are running a special seminar to provide an opportunity to discuss community responses to racism and sectarianism. This is part of our response to the recent hate crimes in Belfast and beyond. The seminar will include a showing of the PBS film Not In Our Town which

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Clearly the sunshine has gone to my head as I feel compelled to do a little blogging....In the shed, door open, supervising many kids playing in Ana's paddling pool. It's nice to have a good excuse not to be inside working.Anyway, went to see Anthony and the Johnsons last night. Spur of the moment decision made about an hour before I had to leave the house. You know what's lovely? Being in

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Interesting that something for which I really have no words should propel me back into the blogosphere. Anyway, if you're near Belfast, Derry or Newry think about coming along to this rally tomorrow (Wednesday) at 1pm. Whatever anyone says, this kind of thing does make a difference.

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Thanks to Niki for helping me think of something to blog. I am unwell at the minute (again) but on the mend. Let me know if you'd like to be a part of this (see rules at the bottom) and I will inspire you to blog as well!1. What was the single most happy day in your life? I don't know. I've had lots of happy moments but not sure about a day I would remember as most happy. I think I would trade

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Wait, don't hang up. I know you're sick of this song already.Sooner or later the madness will stop and everybody will forget (please god) how Simon Cowell tried to kill Jeff Buckley all over again. Alexandra will go and make lots of nice records with Beyonce (or whatever) and we can all relax again. In the meantime I am grateful to the X-Factor for this one thing; yesterday I walked into the

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I love this video.

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No man is an island, entire of itselfevery man is a piece of the continent, a part of the mainif a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own wereany man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankindand therefore never send to know for whom the bell tollsit tolls for thee.John DonneThis is the

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Seriously, 50, billion? 50 billion but hospitals have to close. 50 billion but ambulances are rusting to death. 50 billion but charities have to rely on the nation's gambling habits to fund their work. 50 billion and how many homeless? Does that bug anyone else? Because that happens to be my 50 billion.

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It keeps telling people I am updating at really random times of the day (and on random dates).Apologies for this. I don't know how to fix it! :)Hope you're all good. I'm sure a Greenbelt blog is due soon. Will get round ito it....

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I didn't make it to Belfast Pride today unfortunately but, via the magic of Facebook, I did get to hear some of the stories and see some of the pictures. So glad the sun was shining on everyone. Happy Pride everyone! This picture was taken by Ian Mobsby who has blogged about Pride here. He said that this woman just kept smiling at everyone, even when she was berated by the fundamentalist

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There was glitter, there was doom and each was indebted to the other.That is what I love about Tom Waits. Well, one of the things. In a circus tent theatre in the middle of Dublin he can have a few thousand people singing 'misery is the river of the world' with such joy that it all seems to make perfect sense.The first time I felt like I really needed the music of Tom Waits I was pregnant with

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A few words on the RSC production of Hamlet which I saw last night in Stratford Upon Avon. This could be a patchworkish sort of blog as I am pretty tired and am not sure I can do a completely coherent piece.I love Hamlet. It is hard to find words for a play which already says just about everything. I thought deconstruction was something to do with post modernism until I read Hamlet. There is a

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I've just made Ana her first itunes playlist. It contains all her very favourite tunes including:The Theme From S-Express (S-Express)Vertigo (U2)Suddenly I See (KT Tunstall)14th Street (Rufus Wainwright)The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song (Flaming Lips)Upside Down (Jack Johnson)Her favourites are S-Express and the Rufus Wainwright (which she won't talk during). I have noticed her digging Billy Joel lately do

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Last night Ian and I went to see the Hothouse Flowers in a wee bar in Castlewellan. We got a perfect spot right beside the bar and about a metre away from where Laim O'Maonlai was sitting playing his piano. So close that a couple of the women beside us were seriously contemplating stealing his cardigan which he'd left behind him out of his line of vision (they picked it up and put it back a few

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I've been working on the shed over the past few weeks. The white you can see in the first picture is insulating material- the kind you get for doing the roofspace. After I'd fitted it I wallpapered over it to make it look all pretty :)

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1. They leave you alone in thereThe owner of a second hand bookshop will not follow you around, assessing if you are the type who is about to spend a fortune on their goods before asking you if you 'need help' to spend your money. Sometimes they will ignore you completely. This is a rather beautiful experience in my opinion. You can spend a very long time in a second hand bookshop without feeling

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It was given to me small, whorled like my brother's tonguein the game when we were children, its three leaveswrapped up tight in themselves, barred as an oyster.I can scarcely remember what happened in between:how many months (or pots) it took to enterits own abundance. Now it hangs full and excitableover my fireplace, concerned mostly with maintenance.Come morning, after I've moved all night

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Posting this for Auntie Doris. I hope it makes her smile as her blog did me this morning.I love Stephen Fry. He would somewhere close to top of my fantasy dinner party list. And this is about as close to dancersize as I will ever get.

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Heard Don Cupitt in Belfast last night and am still thinking about it today. He talked about the 'outsidelessness' of the world, as he sees it, 'the world of our language, an ever changing continuum like the sea, with nothing anchored, or objective'.I am thinking about the world of our language today. How careful we must be. How careless I often am. How much I am looking forward to taking a break

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I'm still thinking about yesterday's news and the subsequent party political broadcast on Radio Ulster. I really wanted to say something about it here but it was hard to think of words to adequately do justice to the feelings. I was pleased to find the following blog post this evening. It means I don't have to say nothing. Here is what I want to say about yesterday, to everyone in my country and,

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I was here today. I heart N.I.

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As a monoglot I have never considered French any more beautiful than Spanish or German (in fact I love the sounds of German). But there is something about French in song....Spent this weekend in Cardiff with Lou and Joe, enjoying their company and music collection. I have no idea what the French music was or what the translation might have been, but it was lovely...And the French Eurovision song

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Machinesby Michael DonaghyDearest, note how these two are alike:This harpsicord pavane by PurcellAnd the racer's twelve-speed bike.The machinery of grace is always simple.This chrome trapezoid, one wheel connectedTo another of concentric gears,Which Ptolemy dreamt of and Schwinn perfected,Is gone. The cyclist, not the cycle, steers.And in the playing, Purcell's chords are played away.So this talk

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Just thinking today about everyone I've met over the last couple of weeks and the Christmas exchange of greetings and talk about what people are planning over the next fews days. For many people this is a tough Christmas. For some every Christmas is difficult. There are some this year who have lost people they love. Some for whom Christmas is stark reminder of what never they never had. Some

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Ana will be three next week. She is so confused about her birthday and about Christmas. She told the Sunday School teacher last week that Christmas is the celebration the birthday of the Teletubbies. Christmas cards are 'Santa birthday cards' and she says she wants a Christmas tree for her birthday (sorted).We'll be having a party for family members but it being so close to Christmas I can't

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St Anne's Cathedral in Belfast is this enormous 19th century building in the middle of town. Inside there are beautiful mosaics and stained glass windows. As we arrived yesterday we noticed the spire. It looks new. It's silver and shiny and stretches high into the air. It's pretty incongrous looking and fairly ugly in a way. I was wondering what it was there for. If the old one fell down or

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Funny. Spotted this article by Lucy Mangan in today's Guardian. Lucy, get the shed. Don't wait for the grant. Use your credit card! You'll never look back!

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This is a bit scary for me. But Ana insisted we do a pumpkin and she totally loves it. She's afraid of the hot tap and the hoover but not halloween as it happens.It is the half term holidays thank God. I am home with somewhere around 125 papers to mark. Did they grace the light in my shed this afternoon? Did they heckaslike! Instead I spent a glorious two hours drawing pictures, watched over by

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Forgot to mention. Saw Rufus last month. Possibly a perfect performance.

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Hey there mommas.It has been some time. This is due to many things. It's been mighty busy since the start of September. Amongst other things I've gone back to work two days a week (which is more like three days really) and Ana and Ian both got sick a few weeks ago. And then my wee sister had to have her baby when she was just 26 weeks pregnant. I won't into details but it was a dramatic week

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It is my birthday, so as Walt Whitman never said, I celebrate myself and google myself. This year I found:Photos of a birthday party from a witches' coven group, one of whom is called Shirley.A news story about a 15 year old girl who shares my name and who decided not to stay at home on a particular day, thus avoiding death when a plane crashed into her house.My story on the Greenbelt website! (

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I spent most of the Saturday sewing many metres of scarves together for the ikon event. I don't know the exact measurements but there must have been over 40 metres donated from ikon members, friends, family etc. Thanks so much to everyone!I found a shady spot and laid them all out end to end.Then I sewed them and rolled them up for later that evening.Meanwhile others were making the 'Tower of

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I'm just home and have to get ready for work tomorrow, so I can't say much now. Lots to say though. Here's some pics of our ragged bunch of lovelies. Stole the one of laydee Jane and the winged Cary from Cary's blog.Get back to you when the washin's done....

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Yup. That's me at the back with the Leo Sayer. Sister and cousins also included.Thanks to Mags for the memory. I love this photo.

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Firstly. I was right about my Harry Potter prediction which makes me glad I didn't write about it last time. I am really glad I was right (and not just because of the being-right-for-once). I really really wanted the thing that I thought might be the case to be the case. I love it when a plan comes together.And then. I have been in Spain this week. I am whiter than ever. This is mainly because of

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Sorry for the delay. Summer and all that. Here's what I've been up to:Took Ana swimming for the first time. I think it was the most exciting day of her life thus far. Goes down as one of mine too perhaps.Have been reading Harry Potter but only just starting the final book now. No spoilers! I am saving it for a day or two. I am so excited. My theory is (edit: I have deleted this as ian protested.

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' Look! Balloons!'(magnetic particles on plastic)Blurry phone pic of Ana's first 'real' picture (by this I mean 'picture that mummys and other stupid adults recognise as a meaningful object). I'm well impressed. Hope this doesn't mean the end of the splodgy paintings though.

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Difference by Mark DotyThe jellyfishfloat in the bay shallowslike schools of clouds,a dozen identical -- is it rightto call them creatures,these elaborate sacksof nothing? All they seemis shape, and shifting,and though a whole troopof undulant cousinsgo about their businesswithin a single wave's span,every one does something unlike:this one a balloonopen on both endsbut swollen to its full

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I've spent the last week indoors being a bit miserable and ill. Picked up some viral thing from Ana which made me all hot and cold and gave me a sore throat. I still kind of feel like I'm underwater. Anyway, in between sleeping and watching too much TV I knitted this for Ian. It's from a pattern I got on the internet but for anyone else thinkin' of pickin' up sticks I recommend the Stitch n'

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If you've got a minute please have a look at the video opposite.I've been looking for this song for ages but all I can find is a video. Does anyone know if it's on an album somewhere?So, so lovely.Nick Hornby said this:'Maybe the reason Thunder Road has sustained me for years is that, despite its energy and volume and fast cars and hair, it somehow manages to sound elegiac, and the older I get

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Have been doing some more colouring in for my friend's class who are writing story books for their children. This one concerns two professors (one nice, one grumpy), a pair of magic glasses and three female ninjas.

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Wanted to plug this book. Does exactly what is says on the tin (so far). I'm not exactly at Willow's level yet but it's quite fun to be following a fitness programme that doesn't seem as if it was designed merely to mock me. If I can do this anyone can. Don't look for me on the main roads though, I've been frequenting quiet country lanes at twilight, pretending I'm out for a walk if a rogue

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Took Ana down to the beach this afternoon. She saw a girl with a kite and chased them both the whole length of the beach shouting, 'The butterfly! The butterfly!'Sometimes the days are very, very good :)

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I swear I'm going to have that made into a banner for my kitchen wall.7.30am this morning and I was lamenting being awake. Only those with small children are awake at this time on a Sunday, I thought. We were at my cousin's wedding yesterday and even though Ana had been up (with Ian. Thanks!) since 5.30am that morning and didn't go to bed until 10pm, still she wanted to get up and rock at 7.30

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Following the Bukowski poem of the previous post I sat down at that Happy Place desk of mine and wrote a poem. You can read it here if you want along with a couple of others that I wrote a while ago and added today. Hoping to add some more in a bit. Happy Sunday xx

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After writing the 'Happy Place' post earlier today someone who hadn't read it showed me the following poem and it made me laugh. So true.air and light and time and space"–you know, I’ve either had a family, a job,something has always been in thewaybut nowI’ve sold my house, I’ve found thisplace, a large studio, you should see the space andthe light.for the first time in my life I’m going to havea

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A few days ago The Harbour of Ourselves (sometimes we deserve our full title, right CS?) posted about his 'happy place' asking people to respond. I thought about this for ages. The Father's post about Nendrum also holds resonance with me although I haven't been there for many years. There is at least one other place I could think of, but this is the one for now.Over Easter I took my desk from

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Words later. 'To sleep is also to live'.....

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that sam i am, that sam i ami do not like that sam i am....But my two-year old is positively in love with him. I have now read Green Eggs and Ham about twelve thousand times. I used to love this book. Someday she will have a child who will need this to be read to them e.v.e.r.y.s.i.n.g.l.e.n.i.g.h.t........In the meantime, to amuse myself, I am developing a rather interesting and rather camp

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Doctor Who just gets better and better. The underlying theme of this series appears to be recovery, or maybe the struggle to keep up, as the Doctor begins journeying again after the loss of Rose.At the Last Supper on Tuesday night Becky Dudley talked about Easter and the possibility (and the struggle towards the possiblility) of something called hope. She defined grace as 'God's confidence in us

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Excuse the quality of this picture, it was taken with my phone. Last night's ikon was (IMHO) a fairly beautiful gathering involving duvets, candles, some gorgeous singing, stories tough and tender, liturgy, coincidently magical visuals and, of course, chocolate.Now off to bed to recover (again) from this wretched cold. Hope everyone's Easter was blessed. This always feels like the start of a new

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An excerpt from Giles Fraser's piece in the Guardian a few years ago:From his house in South Molton Street, William Blake could see processions of the condemned making their way up Oxford Street to the gallows at Tyburn. In what Blake took to be the ultimate betrayal of Christ, the church justified this slaughter by appealing to Christ's sufferings on the cross. Blake was characteristically

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I read this a couple of weeks ago and really liked it a lot. It is the only thing I have read by Chekov but I'm hoping to put that right pretty soon. Hope you like it too.

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It's Easter and I am trying to avoid chocolate. It's not going so well, frankly. And this month's Ikon should see me crumble entirely. Please come; you're all very welcome. And the less chocolate there is for me, the better!ikon for Easter. Like (bitter) water for chocolate."We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anaïs Nin You are invited to hear with your mouths. Join the

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Last night I went to see Pan's Labyrinth; a rather beautiful and weird film set in the aftermath of the Spanish Civil War. In the story the central character, a young girl named Ofelia, is led to an underground labyrinth where she meets a frightening creature, a faun, who tells her she can become a princess of the underground if she completes three tasks.Ofelia's fantastical journey is

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I went for a walk in the forest today accompanied by a Doctor Who audio drama, courtesy of the Transatlantic Library (many thanks to Ray).I find it really hard to listen to audio books. Without the benefit of something to hold my eyes my mind usually wanders off somewhere else. I always think I'll be able to listen to them in bed but then I fall asleep. I did drift off a bit today at points but

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'We don't define what we meant.Other people do.The near and dear.There's only other people after all.'Read the whole shebang here. I am grateful for writing like this.

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For Tarticus; thanks for this.Sometimes things come together in such minute ways as to give you just enough of a glimpse of grace to keep on keepin' on.Last night I finished reading Frederick Buechner's 'The Storm'. It is hard for me to describe what kept me reading this book to the finish. I think it mainly had to do with the writer's undoubted affection for his main character. It was not the

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by Ruth PadelHe's gone. She can't believe it, can't go on.She's going to give up painting. So she paintsHer final canvas, total-turn-offBlack. One longObsidian goodbye.A charcoal-burner's Smirnoff,The mirror of Loch NessReflecting the monster back to its own eye.But something's wrong. Those madBlack-body particles don't singHer story of despair, the steel andGarnet spindleOf the storm.This black

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Hey it's Valentine's Day and I've been to the doc's with a pain in my heart. Nope, not even figuratively (although the good doctor is always a welcome remedy for such matters). Well ok, I'm hamming it up a little, it's more like a pain in the top of my stomach. And in the middle of my stomach. And all down my ribs and back. Actually it feels a lot like I've had a good kicking. Blood tests next

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Forgive me for publishing yet another picture of this painting. I wanted to say something about its creation. Someone almost asked me about it once so I'm taking that as a cue...Something I have been thinking about for some time is the idea that our personalities cannot easily be divided up into the parts we like to label when we talk about ourselves; ‘sum your self up in 5 words’, that sort of

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Many thanks to my step-neice, Emma, for taking these photos. There are other pieces I didn't get pictures of (notably Cary's collection which I thought was beautiful) but I'm hoping Ricky's will be on the web at some stage. Very nice evening with some lovely poetry from Padraig and a very-Pete homily on the meaning of Ikon.

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It's tomorrow night at the Waterfront Hall, Belfast. 7-9pm. And free wine too. W'hay!

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(http://kailee.deviantart.com/gallery/)Been trying to articulate in my mind some of what I'd picked up over the last weekend which I spent listening to James Alison at Corrymeela. But I can't. Or at least he says it much better. So here's a quotation from his book, 'Undergoing God', which I can't stop reading (thanks to Cary for the loan!);'...the process of being forgiven looks like the breaking

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Ibid went out this morning and didn't come mooching round at lunchtime. And then he didn't come round for dinner. Very worrying. You can't imagine the capacity this cat has for yum-yums. So I went out looking with a torch. And then in the car. And then I got Ian to go out round the fields. And then I sent him up to the pub (oh, the hardship!) with a 'Missing cat! Help!' poster. And still no sign

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At a Christmas Eve party I bumped into a past student of the school I work in who was wearing a fabulously colourful pair of shoes. After trying them on I concluded that they are possibly the most comfortable things I have ever had on my feet, which is quite a statement considering that the number one consideration I have when shoe shopping is comfort (followed closely by 'red'). I bought a

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OK, OK, I'm letting myself be bad at this stuff. I fully recommend it if ever you have the inclination. The title of this is something like 'The Four Chambers of the Heart'.

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hey. despite a cold so heavy i think it might be man-flu it's been a good day. happy christmas to all of you. thanks to the father for the unexpected and much appreciated (and much anticipated) gift. thanks also to ray bradbury for the dinosaurs. and to P/CS; i hope you're well, o-brother-where-art-thou, happy christmas.xx

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So what do you know? Just saw this. It is so weird how this happens. You hear something (or see it) and immediately your brain usurps it as its own. I must have seen this a few days hence somewhere.... I had a kind of waking dream about it (had just woken up, half asleep) and its direct meaning for me.... and then I painted it....It's like those times that students hand in a poem written by a

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embrace

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Have been thinking about what I might try and submit for the Ikon art exhibition thingy in the Waterfront next year. There will be proper artists doing stuff for this so even if I did get time to put something together it will probably not shape up to standard. Which is fine by me really. I am quite excited just by the idea of having a go. Last night I had an idea of what I might try to do. It

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'Island calls to island across the silence, and once, in trust, the real words come, a bridge is built and love is done--not sentimental, emotional love, but love that is a pontifex, bridge-builder. Love that speaks the holy and healing word which is: God be with you, stranger who are no stranger. I wish you well.'(Frederick Buechner)she is two today. i remember when i was pregnant with her i

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(http://erbart.blogspot.com/)Last night I went to hear Eliyahu McLean and Sheikh Abdel Aziz Bukhari speak about their work with Jerusalem Peacemakers, an organisation whose name should speak for itself if ‘peacemaking’ didn’t sometimes mean ‘killing’ in the strange times we live in. But no, these ones were on the side of peace and you could tell that as much from the way they spoke to one

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and will be coming on stage right about now....

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Heads or tails? Tails? Or heads?I have to say this is a bit exciting. I feel like I'm on Deal or No Deal, about to choose the final box... It is random, right? There's no technique, right? Should I pray? Or would that be unfair? But maybe Ian's praying! So I should pray to give us an equal advantage! Or maybe it wouldn't matter since he is undoubtedly the better human and 'the prayer of a

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Ah bugger. We have two tickets to Bruce tmorrow night. And one sick baby. Which means a coin toss this evening to see who gets to go and who has to stay and clean up puke...

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i went to see him last night. he is an anglican bishop and an arab living in palestine. it was very interesting. i have to say i know very little about the jerusalem/palestine thing. his stories of the conflict and his peacemaking efforts were very sad but also a bit hopeful. it is so interesting hearing this stuff in belfast. i have to say i have never bought the big comparison between northern

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I don't go to church anymore but I was there this morning as I'd been asked to sing.I like Remembrance Day. The idea that the past is always present in whatever form we choose to keep it; and what a privilege to have that choice. There was this very beautiful prayer during the service. And for the first time in a very long time I felt somehow reconnected to this vast body of belief and faith. It

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Just found this when looking through my wp documents. It was a bloody weird time....The Gaping WoundIt is somehow the case that when my body opened itself to give life to the world my soul also opened and would not shut again. As my body healed and the stitches dissolved to reveal new binding tissue, still there was a gaping wound through which began to pour a lifetime of thought, memory and

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I have always been a little slow, particularly in catching on to really cool stuff. So forgive me for this, but I had such a shock to find myself standing in front of Bruce Springsteen at that gig in Dublin and thinking, not only can this guy perform, but these lyrics are bloody amazing!Seriously, I didn't know ! You can imagine the following days of rapture as I began to listen to all of Ian's

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It was so nice to look at Paul's blog this morning and see a picture of Bruce. I still can't do linkage but click on the title to have a look at said blog which is marvelous.I am sort of a latecomer to Bruce Springsteen. For years my husband tried to tell me how great he was and our house was full of his albums before I ever listened to one song. All I knew was 'Born in the USA'...Then a few

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The heating is broken. Ian cannot leave for some foreign place without some disaster (usually some expensive disaster) arriving to herald his departure. Last time it was a leak from the washing machine. The time before that 2 visits to the vet for the cat and stitches etc. This time it is the heating. Oh, and another leak from the washing machine. And Ana has got the flu.So the clocks went back

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There are just too many people I wanted to share this website with. Please click on the title link. I specifically thought of Mags, Jude, Cary, Sarah, Kellie and Clare. But really, all of you must take a peek. I am amazed and joyful..

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Our whole house looks like this. Does anyone else have a house that looks like this? I think if it was someone else's house I would think it looked colourful and bohemian. But sitting across from it in my kitchen it kind of just looks like more work to do....

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Took some of the GCSE Islam students to the mosque in Belfast last night. Us laydees all wore the hijab (I did not wear it well I have to say. It kept slipping off). It's coming to the end of Ramadan and they invited us to break fast with them after prayers. They were extremely kind to us. And the food was great (Algerian apparently). Peace be upon them.

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Apparently the DUP are saying that they managed to secure 'the retention of academic selection in the province's post-primary sector' as part of the devolution package.I failed the 11plus exam. Then I resat the whole year again (because hey, I was young for the class and clearly had nothing better to do with an entire year of my life) and promptly failed it again. I've got to say it didn't bother

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When I wrote before about Eolath I said that after I had heard of his death I wished I had written to him and told him what a great experience his workshop for teachers had been. I had meant to do it and chickened out.My friend Grainne took me to hear this poet named Michael Donaghy reading a few years ago. I hadn't heard of him before but his poetry (and the performance of it) was utterly

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