Saturday 29 October 2011

You Can Rest. (Eucharist) It's a pun!

I like running.

I set off this morning – up track and through forest – autumn dripping in the early morning mists.

I needed to settle, got into a rhythm and found myself a long way from home.

It took me an hour and five minutes to get back.

When I got home I filled the bath with hot water, slipped in, soaked and softened.

Then I had a huge plate of egg, bacon and toast – you have to replace some calories – then filled up a mug with fresh made coffee and sat down to write this.

My orange coffee mug.

Orange – the colour of joy; and, with a lot of yellow, today’s autumn.

When I run my brain bounces.

When my brain bounces ideas get dislodged; it’s a bit like the chaff coming away from the wheat at harvest time.

Hey – you know that guy St Paul?

Do you remember when he was on the road to, to, er….., hang on……. Damascus!

How could I forget that?

I wonder if he was running?

Anyhow, although I was nowhere near Damascus I had a sort-of-st-paul moment during my jog.

Some of those grain-ideas slipped out and it went like this….

Think, think, puff, puff….

….i got a bit depressed yesterday and the day before, puff, think, …on Tuesday I wrote about those Irish Nuns..puff..think… what was it the man said….puff…even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me….puff… must look that up, was it a song?...puff….blimey, I wonder….puff… I told those nuns I was trying my own way and look at me!, black and despondent… puff… surely not… puff… think… what was that dream I had a couple of weeks ago…puff… the woman who needed communion wine and those wafer bread things they give you in church to stop her being sick… puff ‘’ that was a bit heavy wasn’t it?.. think, puff… god those trees are beautiful… god? … puff… why did I say that?... puff… think… puff…hang on!!!!!

And that was the Saul/St Paul/Road to Damascus moment!

Ok, no blinding light, though to be honest when I woke up this morning I couldn’t see out of my left eye!

It’s ok now.

Probably the booze.

…puff….puff… what did that guy say about dreams?...puff… that everybody in your dream represents a part of you… puf…!!!!!!!


Could it be?

Could all this gloom be down to me having wandered away from the Lord and all I need to do is welcome him/her/it back?

It’s just as well it’s Sunday tomorrow!


Anonymous said...

Challenges they make you grow
Obstacles horray
I'm only 5ft 1 and so
I need one everyday

Love you Tops

popps said...

I like it!

popps said...

5ft 1 !
Perfect in every way!

Anonymous said...

Me - all me!

Anonymous said...

Was Ogden Nash only 5ft 1 too - I love that man

Anne Hodgson said...

So do I, Anonymous!

This is my dream,
It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.

popps said...

Anne- hidden talents?
Actually maybe not hidden.