Sunday, 26 June 2011
Sunday, 12 June 2011
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Monday, 6 June 2011
lost sheep
i said, whilst wheeling a heavy pram ladened with towels and wet swimming gear, that you run that way and caleb and i will catch you up. joshie darted round the corner. angie and caleb must have been shouting from the other direction as i turned round. they weren't there. must have been ahead. i rubbed my chlorine touched eyes.
angie called is joshie with you. i looked down his path he took. he wasn't there. i shouted no and asked whether he was with her. she said no. dang where could he be. i looked down his path. he wasn't there. looked around and then searched. no sign.
still went ahead to where angie was to check. not there. the heart starts to race a little. moving up to defcon 4.
i walk back to the swimming pool area. no sign. i curse a little just thinking that he wouldn't go backwards.
i re-trace his steps and check the staff only door. still no sign. go back to the RV where angie was. she still hasn't seen him. it's been a few minutes now. def con 2. heart racing. options of where to look exhausted.
def con 1
i run back to the swimming pool shouting his name.
the next place to look back in a square that we first stepped foot in several days ago. clutching for options and recollecting the chapter of "the shack" about the great sadness that only just read that morning.
i run to and fro. no real direction. just running.
back to angie and she says its ok. she found him. he'd kept running on ahead.
just one feeling: elation. i gave him a huge hug and i mentioned that we were worried, but happy to find him. he says: "just like the lost sheep story papa"
angie called is joshie with you. i looked down his path he took. he wasn't there. i shouted no and asked whether he was with her. she said no. dang where could he be. i looked down his path. he wasn't there. looked around and then searched. no sign.
still went ahead to where angie was to check. not there. the heart starts to race a little. moving up to defcon 4.
i walk back to the swimming pool area. no sign. i curse a little just thinking that he wouldn't go backwards.
i re-trace his steps and check the staff only door. still no sign. go back to the RV where angie was. she still hasn't seen him. it's been a few minutes now. def con 2. heart racing. options of where to look exhausted.
def con 1
i run back to the swimming pool shouting his name.
the next place to look back in a square that we first stepped foot in several days ago. clutching for options and recollecting the chapter of "the shack" about the great sadness that only just read that morning.
i run to and fro. no real direction. just running.
back to angie and she says its ok. she found him. he'd kept running on ahead.
just one feeling: elation. i gave him a huge hug and i mentioned that we were worried, but happy to find him. he says: "just like the lost sheep story papa"
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
The day the giant snails came home
When I came home from work there were two giant snails on our dining table. Brought home from playschool.
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Monday, 23 May 2011
Joshie's first strawberry
Picking the strawberry...
Joshie eats it...
It's in there...
... Still going...
... "I like it!"
... "well done Joshie!"
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Joshie eats it...
It's in there...
... Still going...
... "I like it!"
... "well done Joshie!"
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Friday, 13 May 2011
"You live to work but you commit to purpose"
He was a larger than life person. A titan really. His buckled shoes, tall stature and a voice that could command a legion. The title "CEO" etched in his weapon of networking: his business card.
He uttered these words. I don't know why, but they keep travelling almost traversing my mind. I'm sitting on a plane en route home and what is there as I look out the window is the thought of commitment. What is it that I am committed to? Am I committed enough... What will commitment look like. All these have been through my mind frequently this past few months... And as for the reason... Well this Titan told me it square: it's purpose.
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He uttered these words. I don't know why, but they keep travelling almost traversing my mind. I'm sitting on a plane en route home and what is there as I look out the window is the thought of commitment. What is it that I am committed to? Am I committed enough... What will commitment look like. All these have been through my mind frequently this past few months... And as for the reason... Well this Titan told me it square: it's purpose.
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Location:Service Rd,Crawley,United Kingdom
Wednesday, 11 May 2011
"He kept me for 5 minutes..."
I was waiting for my meeting. It was a 9am meeting. I like to be early. I don't like to be late for my meetings. I was having breakfast with a friend and he said to wait a little while. Against my conventions I did.
What happened next was the the whole building moved and there was an explosive sound. We were all shocked. My immediate thoughts were: bomb attack. Noises were being heard and instantly all I could think of was getting out. There was panic. Lots of noise and shouting. Confusion came upon us all. I'd been in two earthquakes before and that feeling came back.
Somehow I decided to go back for my passport. My things. They were in my bedroom. As I walked over I looked out l. At first all I could see was falling papers. Papers everywhere. Just raining down with all these A4 sheets. Then it caught my eye. It was the reflection in the other building. As I looked out I just saw a huge black hole in the building. The south tower reflection just mirrored this larger than the imagination "hole" of a picture.
The lifts weren't working. We were evacuated through another means. It turns out the fuel had leaked down and wiped out the elevator shafts first three floors.
I was hanging on every detail.
Then someone comes along and joins out conversation and he changes tack. He feels perhaps uncomfortable and looks to the new matter in hand. She says oh and congratulations on being elected the chairman of the working group. He politely smiled and humbly acknowledged the privilege. I enquired further about this accolade and it turns out that he just got voted to be the lead on this group about reducing the risk of disasters. He walks off. Ushered into his next meeting. His schedule: fierce.
His words were etched by now and all i had asked was why... Why are you here and why are preventing disasters important to you...
I'm at a conference on disaster risk reduction. The event described was my interpretation of just one of the conversations that I have had.
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What happened next was the the whole building moved and there was an explosive sound. We were all shocked. My immediate thoughts were: bomb attack. Noises were being heard and instantly all I could think of was getting out. There was panic. Lots of noise and shouting. Confusion came upon us all. I'd been in two earthquakes before and that feeling came back.
Somehow I decided to go back for my passport. My things. They were in my bedroom. As I walked over I looked out l. At first all I could see was falling papers. Papers everywhere. Just raining down with all these A4 sheets. Then it caught my eye. It was the reflection in the other building. As I looked out I just saw a huge black hole in the building. The south tower reflection just mirrored this larger than the imagination "hole" of a picture.
The lifts weren't working. We were evacuated through another means. It turns out the fuel had leaked down and wiped out the elevator shafts first three floors.
I was hanging on every detail.
Then someone comes along and joins out conversation and he changes tack. He feels perhaps uncomfortable and looks to the new matter in hand. She says oh and congratulations on being elected the chairman of the working group. He politely smiled and humbly acknowledged the privilege. I enquired further about this accolade and it turns out that he just got voted to be the lead on this group about reducing the risk of disasters. He walks off. Ushered into his next meeting. His schedule: fierce.
His words were etched by now and all i had asked was why... Why are you here and why are preventing disasters important to you...
I'm at a conference on disaster risk reduction. The event described was my interpretation of just one of the conversations that I have had.
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Location:Chemin des Grands Prés,Sergy,France
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Amidst the nations
I am back in Geneva at a fascinating conference on Disaster Risk Reduction.
A gentleman just said "it's time for radical radical change" in a plenary about local action.
More to come...
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Location:Rue de Varembé,Geneva,Switzerland
Friday, 6 May 2011
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
To catch a spider
When turning the tap to get some water we found a little friend trying to get out the sink.
We let incy go in the end :)
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We let incy go in the end :)
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Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Hang-er-ing around
It's not a bad job when you get to go into an aircraft hanger for a meeting and then get to look around.
Pretty cool.
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Pretty cool.
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