AboutLife

I just love this.

I'm the ghost of a not-dead man,
A waste of space, an also-ran.
A failed attempt at something great,
A player caught in fool's mate.
A man who saw the truth, and yet,
Risked everything and lost the bet.
A swine who took his pearls,
And cast them in to sinking sand.
A battery, flat, a dieter, fat,
An eaten hat, a deaf bat, a dead cat,

Mum has been fed up of speaking to me recently. I am slurry. Apparently. The day she came to visit me last week she slept in my bed and talked all night because she said it was the first time in weeks that she could be sure I was listening. My eyes were open at least.

It has been a funny time of hospitals who don't tell you what you need to know and friends who give far more than you can ever imagine for no reason.

Hello,

I desperately need to decide whether I'm going to be in Montreal or Toronto on Sunday 6th May. I have decided to make the decision based on where I go to church that day but I don't know any churches in either city and my internet searches are returning nothing helpful. Please can someone suggest something? Pleeeeeeeeeeease.

Belle xx

I met her by a dumpster.

She said “What the hell are we doing here?”

I said “What the hell are we doing wrong?”

She said “I want to fly away.”

I said “You’re lucky you’re not trudging slowly through wet sand, back to the bench where your clothes were stolen."

"Unstaid and fickle in all other things,
Save in the constant image of the object
That is beloved."

Orsino, Act 2 Scene IV

TR, these are just a few snippets from Real Christianity by Monsieur Wilberforce which I hope will make you want to read it and anyone else who comes across this post. I won’t bother you with any of my own thoughts on it, I think it speaks for itself.

“[Yet] we expect to be Christians without labour, study, or inquiry! This is the more preposterous because Christianity, a revelation from God and not an invention of man, shows us new relations with their correspondent duties. It contains also doctrines, motives and precepts peculiar to itself. We cannot reasonably expect to become proficient accidentally…”

I am a Farquharson.

No. Not being rude. This is my clan. The name comes from the Gaelic "Fearchar" meaning Super dear one.

Our moto is Fide et fortitudine (By fidelity and fortitude).

Here is my tartan.

I have some reservations about posting this. I have only ever shown it to two people. It is very close to my heart. I think it is the one thing in existence which reveals most about me. It is a true window to my soul.

I wrote it when I was four. I say wrote, I started to sing it one day on my swing, and my ever attentive and much mentioned mother, in the days before digital video cameras, wrote it down as quickly as she could. I know it doesn't make perfect sense, but you'll get the gist. Swinging (on a swing) remains one of my favourite activities:

When I was 8 years old my parents changed my school. I had been used to spending my time between a French speaking primary school just outside of London and my family in Scotland and then I was moved to a boarding school in Lincolnshire where I started as a day girl. I was so hurt with my parents for moving me. The fact that they didn’t have a choice didn’t mean that much to me at 8. Moving seemed like the worst thing in the world. And being a Christian French speaking Scottish Day Girl at an English boarding school was no fun either. I was not enjoying myself.

Please. For a competition of highest importance. Only suitably qualified applicants should apply. You should have a strong sense of independence and justice and not mind silly rude words that primary children like saying but don't mean any harm by.