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Saturday, October 29, 2005


One Art?

I went to see a film entitled 'In Her Shoes' tonight. A couple of key moments in the film involved poetry. One such poem is One Art by Elizbeth Bishop.

A couple of lines in the poem got me going as I consedered some of what I will lose when I come to Canada next year. Friends and family have always been of major importance to me and yet I can so often be like the message that sometimes come up on my wireless 'limited or no connectivity'. So here over this next year is an attempt to connect to those whom I love, to communicate to you more.

The thing of looking at poetry made me question where I am at with poetry as a creative form in my own life. So I thought I'd write my own bit of poetry to try and convey myself.

The Great Divide

I once was a poet
I've just recalled that I knew
1+1 =3 with no tick
Forced me so quick
To think around and through and accumulate, accrue

Building a tower was all the rage,
But something far more ornate, would surely satisfy?

Tuesday, October 25, 2005


Pressing the Escape button

First of all I have to confess that one of the details of yesterday's blog was a tad inaccurate. The prayer written saying 'Love God not money' was as I said a childlike prayer and that is because I found out later that it was written by Dan Schoester's son Logan. Not exactly the cool simple revelation from some resident in the Salvation Army centre that I thought it was. Oh well we all make mistakes. I was told though that one of the other little nuggets on the walls was written by this guy who waltzed into the prayer room, wrote a profound statement and waltzed out again. The statement was akin to 'If we have no pain then how do we know that we are in this reality' and then moved onto thank God for the pain. The implications of a statement like that are massive, something so much about God showing us the pain around us that he doesn't want us to just leave and press the escape button.

Sunday, October 23, 2005


The Eagle has Landed

Journeys are amazing, everyone on them has an interesting story to tell. Yet again I find myself asking God for this not to be a tune in chill out flight. I have to admit I fail pretty much at that for the majority of the journey today. But at the key moments I always end up chatting to someone, in the lounge before boarding and then once in my seat on take off and landing.

In the airport lounge I got chatting to a couple from between Vancouver and Calgary whom had a son who used to serve at this Salvation Army centre in Calgary, which is where I write this from. They are amazed at the idea of 24-7 Prayer, just a little chance to share.

The 24-7 Prayer guys in Calgary this week are having a prayer week in a salvation army homeless centre and this is where I am writing now and reflecting on the day (more like 2days, I'm so tired).

On the flight I watched Ray. The film moved me as I thought of all of our flawed characters, and how without God in our lives how sad it is. You know sad, the word that used to mean something other that being the opposite of cool. I didn't cry at the film although it was one of those films that usually has me blubbering a bit. I held back the tears because of the 2 guys sitting next to me, Big bruisers of guys who work in construction. I get to chat to them quite a lot during the flight. I don't really get to share anything of who I am, except that I offer them sweets,drinks and the newspaper. Things that the old airlines used to offer.

Upon landing, an eagle landed with us. I watched it out of the window pouncing on it's prey. I wondered what it means, it seemed quite an interesting sign, if you believe in those sort of things.

I'm amazed at how several people from the shelter have wandered into get a piece of this prayerful place. Two or Three are gathered silently writing and producing their own bits of art. The prayer room is alive with bits of stuff. It's alive with writings and pictures from those brave amongst the Christian fraterninty to come and cross the threshold of what is essentially a crack house. But it's also vibrant with prayers of genuine childlike, heartfelt and crazy prayers offered up by those that dwell in the building, 'Love God, not money' one such revelation says.

I find myself asking why have we removed the poor from the place of prayer in so much of our Churchianity. Capture us again O Lord. I'm pretty dead on my feet but am amazed at your presence here God. Let me join you in your outworking of you plan. You are here beckoning me to come, put up your sails and ride the wind of the open water.

Saturday, October 22, 2005


Crapness at Updating of blog

Hello all, I just wanted to say that I haven't written in ages and that from here on in I will try to update about once a week. Over the next few days whilst in Calgary this maybe more.


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