Botanical Road

 

I walked up Botanical Road

Gold leaves against the blue

I said, out loud to my surprise

"Thank you God, Thank You".

I wrote that poem many years ago - 40 years ago in fact.  It marks a moment in Sheffield, on a late September afternoon, when the creation finally told me of its Creator, as clearly as if it had spoken. And I began to search for Him, in order to say thanks - thanks for making us such a heartbreakingly lovely planet.

It took me nearly two years, but I did not give up, and Jehovah, very very kindly, let me find Him.  And it transformed my life.  How I would have got through the distresses of old age without the support of the truth I do not know.

And when I began my Bible Study with the Jehovah's Witnesses, I came across these words, for the first time:

"The heavens are declaring the glory of God; the skies above proclaim the work of his hands." - Psalm 19:1

Yes.  I knew those words to be the truth as that is what the sky had told me.  And it had been such a powerful moment that I had said "Thank you God", out loud, and then hastily looked round to see if there was anyone on the road looking askance at a middle-aged lady who was apparently talking to herself.

There was no-one.  And now, speaking from the depth of old age, I wish I had known how young I was then.

In the wake of my unusually prolonged arthritis flare-up of the previous week I have been left exhausted, feeling as if I have had a bad bout of flu and with a terrible cold sore (I think its that) - something I have not had since I was a child.

Well, they do call it a second childhood...  and poor Captain B has gone up to the 24 hour Pharmacy to see if he can get me anything for it.  It is quite painful and did keep me awake a bit - though there are plenty of other aches and pains to do the job too.

The outcome of that visit is that we spent the rest of the day at the Drop In Health Centre, waiting and waiting and waiting, and I am now on a course of antibiotics.  Oh for perfect health, under the loving and perfect rule of the Kingdom of God.

ASLAN

Apparently Hollywood - well I assume it could only be Hollywood - is making a new version of The Chronicles of Narnia, and is casting Meryl Streep as Aslan the Lion - the godfigure in C.S.Lewis' theology.  Well, she is going to voice him.

Aslan the Lioness?    The photo above is one Col took on one of his trips to South Africa. The lion looks rather splendid,and I confidently feel that, if it did speak, it would sound nothing at all like Meryl Streep.

Should Christians be upset about this?  I assume the point is to upset them, but why let it?  As a Christian all I ask of Hollywood is that I be allowed not to watch its product.  And I hope and pray to continue to be able to tell all who will listen about the Kingdom of God, the heavenly government - what it is doing already and what it will do.

But also why is the Narnia series considered to be Christian?   I loved reading them all as a child - C.S.Lewis really takes you into that World Within the Wardrobe, but the theology is strongly Trinitarian, and the Trinity is not a Christian teaching. In fact it contradicts what Jesus himself said about his relationship to his Father.

We are having such a lovely Autumn here in the UK. Heartbreakingly lovely. 

The Captain and I are both on new meds - and he is back on the daily Blood Pressure routine.  That may be why the loveliness of Autumn seems especially heartbreaking this year.

The Red Arrows (and me) - and a Flare -up, also me

On Thursday the little educational bit in Bargain Hunt was about the Red Arrows, interviewing one of the pilots.  They do these spectacular flying displays at speeds of  - if I heard this right! - 600 miles an hour, flying only feet apart in the most extraordinary configurations.  Without bumping into each other, or falling out of the sky. Amazing people, truly.

The above is a photo Col took some years ago when they were doing a display locally.

So, a thought, just in case under some new Equal Opportunities Law, I am hired to become a Red Arrow pilot, and you actually see me zimmering towards the cockpit, full of reckless over-confidence brought on by years of various media telling me that us wimmin can do anything, please stop me before I make it to the cockpit!  It won't be difficult, Just turn off the Stairlift they will have to have had installed to get me up there.

Don't let me leave the ground, or the whole elite squadron would be wiped out in an instant as I tried to remember which was the clutch and which was the brake.

As far as the Red Arrows go, I am definitely the wrong stuff.  But I very much admire those who are the right stuff.

What will there be in the way of air transport when the whole earth is paradise?  We will not need any warplanes for starters, as we will study war no more. The whole earth will be at peace, real peace.  And we won't be in a hurry to get anywhere. There will be all the time in the world.  But we might of course fly.  In my travelling days I used to think what a privilege it is to be above the clouds - or among the clouds.  To see countries and coastlines miles below,

So who knows?  The main thing is to search for our Creator, Jehovah, now, while he is to be found and to be there and find out.

Have you ever had one of those flying dreams?   Now I don't suppose we will ever be able to fly in that sense, like a load of Peter Pans, but once again, why not be there in the restored earthly paradise to find out.

By the way, what a sad story Peter Pan is.  Peter flies out of his nursery window every night, has his adventures, then returns to his nursery.  But, one day, he flies back to find the window closed and locked and his mother sitting on the bed nursing a new baby. She won't look up at his taps on the window, or let him in. 

And so he becomes one of the lost boys, and needs Wendy to mother him.

I had a sad - well it wasn't sad exactly - dream last night. We were back in Saudi again - Col had got us re-hired and I was trying to negotiate the vast supermarket/food hall system that, in my dream, had replaced our dining hall.  I was wandering round with my tray realising that, even if I worked it out, I didn't have riyals so couldn't buy anything.  Then I woke up and found Col was already up and making breakfast.

What I should have done in the dream was enjoyed the feeling of being able to wander about a supermarket with no pain - that is probably my current equivalent of the flying dream.

I have had a terrible, painful, debilitating flare up - everything hurting so much, and have been left with a new pain in my left leg.  But I guess this is what approaching 80 years old with a chronic condition is.

The Circuit Overseer Visit - and Sheal pots

I hope to extract a few gems from the Circuit Overseer's visit and blog them as an aide memoire.  My memoire needs all the aide it can get these days!  

Col kindly chauffered me to the Hall Thursday night as there was a meeting for Auxiliary Pioneers, and yet again I am wondering if it will be the last one I ever have the chance to attend.  Aarrgghh...

Time will tell. But the arthritis attack I have been suffering this week - if that is what it is - has left me feeling as if I can't breath.  Obviously I can, or I would not be typing this, but...  And I am now seriously sleep deprived.   Anyway, it was so good for me to get out for that hour, getting some upbuilding and practical teaching and being able to make a small contribution (1 comment).  I also managed to give all my Not Home letters to one of the families and to let my School partner know that I would be in Sheffield when we have our part next week, but will be happy to do it in Zoom if she has a problem finding someone else.

One practical point I hope to take from the C.O. visit is this - to get to know the first three chapters of the brochure Enjoy Life Forever really well.  We are all trying to do as Jesus commanded us, to make disciples.  The Gospel of Matthew ends this way:

"Jesus approached and spoke to them, saying: “All authority has been given me in heaven and on the earth. Go, therefore, and make disciples of people of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the holy spirit, teaching them to observe all the things I have commanded you. And look! I am with you all the days until the conclusion of the system of things.”

And this brochure is designed to help us to do that - to help people to study the Bible and find out what it actually says.  So that will be a plan, and one I can do at home, while sitting down.

It was raining on Friday morning - lovely lovely rain - though not I  must admit so good for all the brothers and sister who were hoping to get out on the doors.  I managed to join them by Zoom, and it did clear up.  I got a few witnessing letters done, and got our meals - lentil/veggie soup for lunch, fruit and yoghurt - quiche and salad for supper, followed by a small choc ice.

Other than that I have done so little.  Everything exhausts me.  The poor Captain got the washing done and got the dishwasher unloaded.  I don't know if I can do any better today as just getting up and getting dressed has left me breathless.  

He collected up and took a photo of all the Ann Marie Sheal pottery that we have round the house and still use. I wish so much she was here to share my books with me.  I only ever sent her one of my short stories - not one that has been published - and she said it made her laugh out loud. What author could ask for more?

A Moment in Time

 WHAT COLIN DID    13th December 1985

Colin and Mark crouch on the floor

Looking through photographic magazines

By the score

More gadgetry to spend their money on

Is what they’re looking for

Or a ten thousand dollar photographic tour

All the goodies that will lure

Monies out of bank accounts

In large amounts

Bank Managers and wives are feeling sore.

Colin, developing photos at the kitchen sink

Framed in the hatch above a shell filled shelf

Seen through a fringe of potted plants

Makes quite a good picture himself.

These are two moments from our expat years, moments I tried to capture as they flew past. They are from the days of Abqaiq Court when we had our own improvised dark room. I knew, back then, how to develop Col's photographs and make prints. How the world of photography has changed! I am trying to remember who Mark was - yet he probably spent a lot of time in our small house... it was a long time ago.

They were the days of the Dhahran Camera Club, and Bruce Bailey. I learnt a lot about photography from him. He was apparently related to David Bailey, the famous photographer of the Sixties. We have some fabulous photos Bruce took of the empty quarter in Saudi Arabia in our bedroom. They don't seem to be in Col's photo gallery though, so I have chosen a Saudi sunset to head this blog.

Our years there went through so many different ages/stages - and these poems were written in our early years.

What moments am I having now? Friday night was a bad one, very painful, but the pain in my shoulders abated as the day went on. I made a fruit cake - an old fashioned boil and bake recipe from my Cranks cookbook. I have made it many times over the years, but it turned out particularly well this time, once I got the hang of my new oven.

I needed to work out how to set its timer. So I got out the Book of Instructions... unfortunately, as I don't have a Masters Degree in Higher Physics, I was none the wiser after reading it. So I had to stay awake. While I had to cook it a lot longer than usual, it has turned out very well. Captain B says it is my best ever.

Let's just hope it's not my last ever.

Monday was reasonably busy - Doctors appointment in the morning - they were running 45 minutes late - discussing a new medicine, one I am not at all sure about - then family Zoom - then lunch - just soup, fruit and yoghurt - did some studying as the meeting is tomorrow night - Circuit Overseer visit - lay on bed and sofa quite a lot - easing pain in joints and back.

Tuesday - a day of Zoom, and the first day of the Circuit Overseer visit, so I hope to saddle up my pixels and get to the morning Field Service, and again this evening to the mid-week meeting. And in between I have a double Zoom with a friend.

The "increasing of lawlessness" continues worldwide. One of the items in our meeting tonight is about what is happening to our brothers and sisters in Haiti and The Ukraine. And above all, how Jehovah is supporting them in the awful events they are caught up in.

Isn't the corruption of the whole system become more and more obvious. Private Eye has always been very good at exposing it. And I do wonder if the relationship between men and women, worldwide, has ever been as bad as it is now.

The consequences of our first parents disobedience in Eden should be so evident. Trying to go it alone without that vital connection to our loving Creator has been a disaster.

Under a Mauve Sky

The Sky Above

Under a mauve sky
The world is stirring

Under a lilac sky
The world is wrapped in a morning hug

Under an azure sky
The world is focusing

Under a tangerine sky
The world is relaxing

Under a crimson sky
The world receives a goodnight kiss

Under an inky sky
The world sleeps

Daniel Age 12, Year 8, Hadlow School

https://nzpoetrybox.wordpress.com/2021/08/30/poetry-box-august-challenge-some-favourite-sky-poems/

I was looking for a poem to go with a photo of our August skies that Col took and I came across this one from a young lad at Hadlow School. I thought it was just right.  He expresses beautifully how the sky changes all the time.

Thanks Daniel.

We saw the Lady of the Flowers on Wednesday morning and talked some more about the Kingdom of God and all the wonderful things it will do for us here on the earth.

Those wonderful things include perfect health. Think of how Jesus healed people when he was on the earth.  I am thinking a lot about it now. The pain in my foot has lessened, but my right shoulder has taken over painwise. It is my "good" shoulder. I have limited movement in the other, so life is difficult. 

Friday morning it was both my shoulders...  I wish I was allowed some effective painkilling.  Oh and because I had not realised that my recent medical appointment was for another blood test I forgot to warn the nurse that my skin will no longer take sticking plaster. So I am now slowly, painfully, trying to remove the plaster without taking the skin off with it.  The movement involved is making my shoulder worse too...

Old age is difficult, painful and undignified.  But I truly am grateful still to be here to watch the moonrise over the sea, to watch Autumn slowly begin - maybe my last one, this side of Armageddon.

I am hoping for unnumbered Autumns after that, but that depends on my Creator, not on me.  Having that hope though makes all the difference, and I wish that everyone could have it.  We are making a special effort to offer everyone a free Home Bible Course this month, and maybe many will accept.

Col left very early, laden with metal detectors and his sandwich lunch (ham and chutney, and marmalade muffin) for The Field and I have a field service Zoom at 9:30.

The Circuit Overseer visit is next week, and that is something we always look forward to.

A Sad September Song

 3. W. B. Yeats, ‘September 1913’.

Yet could we turn the years again,
And call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain,
You’d cry, ‘Some woman’s yellow hair
Has maddened every mother’s son’:
They weighed so lightly what they gave.
But let them be, they’re dead and gone,
They’re with O’Leary in the grave …

https://interestingliterature.com/2019/08/the-best-poems-for-september/

This is a sad take on September - a specific September - a lament for the romantic Ireland "dead and gone" (if I am understanding this right).  This was written the year before The Great War, WW1, fell on an unsuspecting world - and so much and so many were dead and gone after that. 

We have just been talking to our student, the Flower Lady, about the Biblical significance of the date 1914.

The photo one is one of Col's from our beach - I wanted something for "her yellow hair".

It was a stormy night last Thursday, lots of white horses on the Channel Friday morning. And not a single moth in our hotel. I managed to get letters done to both Richard and Beryl which I had intended to do in August, but somehow August ran away from me before I managed it. My meeting attendance was in Zoom Thursday and Sunday.

A pair of pigeons are trying to set up home on our balcony and so far all our shouting, waving of arms (the Captain) and quiet reasoning (me) has failed to deter them. It is sad though if we are now so short of suitable homes and roosts for pigeons that they are reduced to balconies.

And on Monday I was in such pain, sole of right foot, that I was back on my Zimmer, painfully tottering around. We had the family Zoom sessions this week - and we also got a letter of appreciation from Butterfly Conservation thanking us for our donation in memory of Richard.

As long as Richard remains in Jehovah's memory, held safe in "the everlasting arms", he will live again, but not until the whole earth is being restored to paradise under the loving and perfect rule of the heavenly government, the Kingdom of God. As I probably wondered before, maybe Jehovah will wake him up in a cloud of butterflies.

It was raining again Tuesday morning and The Green is beginning to look like its old self. Tuesday was my latest blood test. Can I have much blood left in me by now? Apparently I have a problem with both white and red blood cell counts, which might explain why I am so tired that getting up and getting dressed feels like climbing Everest - with no oxygen and no Sherpa support.