King David is an interesting example of the complexities of human nature, hattip to the sheila variations for this wonderful poem.

Tales to be told #453
Tried to lodge the divorce application at the Family Court of Australia, after spending three hours photocopying documents and getting a Justice of the Peace to witness them blah blah blah.

Went through the security to gain access to the court, a la airport, but no duty free once inside.

Joined the queue sitting on the bench, and had to endure the sad and sorry stories of other folk as they fronted up for their interviews.

Why they don't provide a sound barrier/ partition/ wall / room in courts to protect peoples privact I don't know. Apparently you can request a room ahead of time, if you are in the loop, but for most folk who rock up you are there with all the people on the bench privy to your conversation.

Finally it was my turn. The clerk started to read the application and then said sorry theres a small problem, we cannot accept your application.

Why? I enquired and she explained that it could only be lodged 12 months after the date that I considered the marriage over. Seeing I had put down 23/12/2007 that is the date. I smiled and said "that's ok". The clerk, with a very puzzled look on her face, said most people get really upset about the delay. I explained that it gave more time for the impossible miracle to happen. I made her Friday afternoon with my attitude apparently.

A smile and being nice can be so good! I walked out of the court into the lovely sunshine laughing and feeling happy.

II fait bon... faire son possible...
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meanwhile on the lighter side of the rainbow, a worker in the ACT Government sent me my licence update for my change of address, I joke not, this was sent to me by the government!

don't read on gentle reader if you are squeamish:


Two nights of nightmares:

Driving along a road, realising I cannot see, that I am blind.

Working on a farm, chasing a steer with a dog nipping at it, then I have a 12 month old lamb in my arms and the farmer is killing it by slashing it with a knife. The slashes are across the top of the legs but he then moves up and slashes the belly and blood, bile and other fluids are oozing out of the cuts.

At a fuel station which is cheaper than the one next to it, the staff member working at the next one is outside wearing a wide cloth belt similar to a strait jacket restraint with a chain attached which stops him leaving the fuel station.


Dunno what's going on in my head, the unconscious or sub-conscious is hard at work.

of mirror neurons and loving ones enemy - i have been a long time fan of James, who recently wrote a confronting letter on acceptance of homosexuals "Letter to a young gay Catholic".

However controversy aside, James is probably one of the best english speaking proponents and teachers of the theories of Rene Girard which deal with mimetic violence.

sometimes words are not necessary

Poisson d’Avril

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"Was sich liebt, das neckt sich"

"The Miracle is to walk on earth" an awesome quote. See the NHUYD link to the left.

other quotes making me peaceful:

"folk spend most of the first half of their lives climbing to the top of a tall building. For many, when they reach the top, they discover it was the wrong building" possibly Joseph Campbell, but to oft quoted to get the original...???


Jacque le Clerc:

perfection is something I create for myself, holiness is given to me by god.. perfection is often humiliated.. holiness never is... is humble

Igumen Nikon:

we realise the sufferings are actually necessary but we can't realise this until we purify ourselvesthrough repentance as often as we plunge again, we don't lose heart on that account. If we repent and continue the battle, we can even draw profit from the plunge.. pray passionately to God, the Lord, for the greatest of all gifts: to see ones' own sins and weep over them. Whoever has this gift has everything.

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Somewhere the desert fathers and the sufi too iirc tell us that our gifts and talents are what destroys us.

destruction is only bad if there is no creation following. May I become a creator not a destroyer.

Some may find part of my blog objectionable, moi apologises.

to continue: Give me an O, give me an R, give me a C, gimmee an E.
Paperwork is almost completed, but I am not rushing. Going quietly amidst the business of each day.

For those who emailed me overnight, I am fine, just venting as the final movement of the marriage begins. Singleness here I come. Wiser and humbler, 'tis good, 'tis good.
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I finished my blog entry yesterday morning saying I need to read Dr Zhivago again.

I went out for a dinner party last night, and as it was the turn the lights off and light candles evening, our host dragged out an old record player and some vinyl.

Top of the pile, soundtrack to the movie! I got to dance to Laras' theme, and pondered the circular notion of life once more. Other favorite music of the night Cat Stevens. Our host had invited three singles and one couple. The couple had to endure four single folk belting out the first cut is the deepest. In vino veritas :)

There is something quite comforting hearing the pop, whistles, crackles and scratches as a record plays. It affirms something to the effect that life is not perfect.

So Dr Zhivago hey! Serendipity or synchronicity, you be the judge; O gentle reader.

Give me a D! give me a I! give me a V! You pest, with your click here comments! And you putz who booked the aircanada tickets bwhwhaahahahahahahah!

Sayonara - and just in case anyone freaks out, I am identifying with the book, not the movie.

memo to self: re-read Dr Zhivago.

A friend recently returned from the UK with an old newspaper.

I have little 'knowledge' of the USA, my perceptions are filtered by the TV shows and media, theological texts, and online relationships.

The USA is culturally dissonant from my Australian and UK roots.

So I cannot really comment on their election processes and candidates.

However, I recognise a great speech when I read one:

enjoy

MOre than just thirty seconds of fame, the worlds most popular toob download of March is interviewed here:
in cyrillic

Apparently ,a rough translation indicates that she has been singing the song in her own very own imicable manner for 14 years! more power to her! and just goes to show the power of the net to interact in peoples live worldwide...

Five aussie blokes kill themselves each day

not good, not good, not good.

So the challenge is how to help! Personally I have committed myself to a small group of blokes, to meet with them and support them. Not much, but at least it's something, and who knows I may be helped more than I can help. :D

light hearted toob of the week:
KEN LEE which is even more amusing in light of the subject matter above...

Rick Warren is worth remembering:

We need to ask ourselves: Am I going to live for possessions? Popularity?

Am I going to be driven by pressures? Guilt? Bitterness? Materialism? Or am I going to be driven by God's purposes (for my life)?

When I get up in the morning, I sit on the side of my bed and say, God, if I don't get anything else done today, I want to know You more and love You better. God didn't put me on earth just to fulfill a to-do list. He's more interested in what I am than what I do.
That's why we're called human beings, not human doings.

Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.
Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.
Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.
Painful moments, TRUST GOD.
Every moment, THANK GOD.

been cogitating a bit on projection and transference lately.
and our shadow side...

evil and unredeemed beauty resides in our shadow...

meanwhile this post gave me some cognitive reflection.

I thank God for my handicaps, for, through them, I have found myself, my work, and my God.

Helen Keller


Purification comes slowly sometimes, but we start from where we are.
Easter week has begun, the Great Week, the celebration of the triduum looms, three days that mean much more than Christmas, but without Christmas they would never happen.

So it is, life begins with birth, and with no birth; no growth or change, or suffering or a thousand little deaths can occur.