The honour of your father

Sigmund Freud was profoundly impacted when his father was abused whilst walking him in his younger days. His father did nothing in retaliation. The injustice haunted his son the remainder of his life.

Recently, I had my honour fought for me by my son. I was playing a friendly game with a friend. It was a remote control fork lift truck battle. The aim to tip the other fork lift over. A skillful battle indeed especially when you have a unreceptive vehicle. A young audience gathered and started to cheer us on. Then Caleb getting so involved insisted to take over. I let him. My fork lift was over turned. I lost. There was cheering and sighing.

As I threw my hands in the air acknowledging my defeat Joshie stormed in and threw the victorious fork lift down and proceeded to say in a teary, and angry, voice "papa wins!"

Whilst shocked I was also honoured that someone stood up for me. That I was cherished by someone to defend me. Even a four year old.




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A photo collage app... Loving it!

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Selling down the Pantiles

Cold but fun!

Some old photos and mucking around on an app again

A collage of some photos from Wheaton.



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Location:Chestnut Walk,Tonbridge,United Kingdom

New life... Old life

Just heard about someone who has recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer. He recently had a baby.

Another told me how he was filming 3 people. The first a person losing her husband. The second a couple that miscarried and lastly a person who has been coping with unemployment. Each were sharing how they cope and continue to cope in such adversity. One was sharing about placing a rose in her garden. His film was about being accompanied in those lonely places and simple things that remind them of greater perspectives than their immediate situation.

This year has certainly had it's share of challenges for many. Going through such times alone reminds me of the desire we each have for deep companionship for someone who simply accepts and understands us.

That couple who miscarried, the chap who told me about his film project, continued to share that they are expecting again.


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Christmas parties

Just got back from a wonderful party put on by Family Action for families they are working with in our area with social services. I was asked to help lead on some of the games and loved seeing the fun had by parents and kids.

So much joy and fun in the games, finding Santa the crafts and all come about from collaboration between agencies working with the families.

I was told during the build up some of the parents were repeatedly asking whether they had to pay for such a party and they were answered no its an opportunity to let their families have some fun and enjoy a few of the festivities over this season.

Well done Bore Place, Family Action and VSU for putting this on... A privilege to serve with you.


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i love this house

Joshie just pushed his hands in the air and exclaimed "I Love This House!"

He continued "I was really angry ... and now I'm Happy".

I love it. It a simple joy. A great reminder especially when I see all that is wrong with this house and all that I want and would like to see happen. Even some degree of anger at some of the challenges that I face.

Thanks Joshie for reminding me that I, too, love this house.

A winter's day at Bedgebury

We're cold... But smiling!

Location:Lady Oak Ln,,United Kingdom

Lurgy

It's that time of year when feeling rough is part of the day to day.

Familiarity of the symptoms: sore throat, feeling achey, lethargy, knowing others are succumbing and it's a waiting game.

My solutions are hot drinks with ginger and honey with a splash of brandy, extra sleep and a whole lot of sharing the battle with others :)

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... And they have a Xbox here too

:)


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Location:Herbrand St,Camden Town,United Kingdom

Funky offices

I've been to a few funky offices recently. Today's one is like sitting in a magazine. I'm sure I'm the only one wearing a suit. The other week had one with an amphitheatre where people were sat with their MacBook air and pros on their phones.

Here's a pic from where I'm sitting awaiting my first of five meetings for today:


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Location:Herbrand St,Camden Town,United Kingdom

mucking around on iMove: a wedding trailer

so there's some funky trailers that you can make in iMovie. i had a crack using the footage from our chicago wedding. a lovely reminder of a superb wedding:

Early starts

Sunday morning. 6.58am. Lying on the fold out bed watching tv with Caleb & Joshie.

Love these moments.

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Santa's grotto

At school Christmas fair waiting to get into the grotto...



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Location:Tedder Rd,Royal Tunbridge Wells,United Kingdom

Movember

My Movember efforts. Started a week late... But here's about three weeks effort.

Audrey

All I keep hearing about from caleb is his friend "Audrey". He's recently been holding hands at playtime, writing his name and drawing pictures for her.

Certainly this is a first for me.


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Mucking around with a photo app

The 3 amigos

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The journey...

These days have been really challenging and heavy. A lot of things have been going on causing some deep questions. It's not a new place nor unique to us.

I've found myself meditating on the journey that we each undertake. Which way do we go. What do we choose to do. The choices. Man, the choices.

As I look back I'm surveying my decisions and reflecting on the rightness of these. Once someone said to me that it's not the right decision that is important to dwell on but rather the ensuring you are serving it with your all.

Personally, I've been plagued with the memory of not doing things... And what I should have done. I yearn to one day tell my boys about giving all that they have to serve and follow that path, that dream, that journey, which has their name etched on it and, I hope, what I've done may, in just a small way, inspire them to strive to get there with all their heart, soul and strength.

What we do says a lot about who we are. Ralph Waldo Emerson said:

“I can't hear your words because they are drowned out by your actions”

I can't say decisions come any easier though.


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Location:Marvels Ln,Lewisham,United Kingdom

you wanna see something really scary

quite sad really. trick or treaters come every year to our door. or as caleb used to call them "tweeters". this year joshua was scared out of his wits when he saw a little boy in a skeleton outfit and his father behind him in his pinhead mask. caleb, eager to see who was there darted to the door. his minions (joshua and reuben) followed. i was not able to get there in time and all i heard was a shriek and the some pattering feet. after handling the "tweeters". the father did express his apologies i went to where joshie was. he was hiding. curled on the sofa with his head buried down not wanting to see what was around him sobbing away. helplessly i watched as he battled his fears inside. we could offer comfort and assurance that we were here. that night, for the first time ever, he wet his bed. we just had to stand there and go through this with him. the following evening we were decided to take an action and light a candle. it was in the form of a lantern that we all lit together and launched it into the night remebering the proverb that it is better to light a candle than curse the darkness. as it went off we asked joshie what he prayed for. he said that there would be no more monsters.