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There is something mesmerising about each layer of snow, the way they compact and hold together on each uniquely crafted branch with adhesive icicles . . .
. . . Fascinating. . .
Today I climbed a mountain, the air was crisp and the pathway strewn with footprints of many walkers each treading the path that lay before my trudging boots. Judging by the depths of the varying indents, the size and stature of those that previously walked the blizzard like snow, varied immensely.
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I’m sat waiting for the rice to finish cooking, it’s part of a delicious dish I’m cooking, judging by the aroma that the slaughtered chicken is producing, now that the fleshy morsels have been dusted with herbs, it’s going to be delightful. . .
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The other day I sat chatting with a few mates, and the topic of discussion was, ‘What is a Real Man!’
It was quite a straight forward question but the conversation seemed to be stuck in a groove of uncertainty.
You could sense the unease, you could see beads of perspiration forming on foreheads, it was as if the question was too dangerous to handle. . .
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Im sat consuming a coffee and a little piece of chocolate in a busy deli-eatery.
The chocolate I am consuming is an easter egg reduced to half-price by a shop who’s marketing strategy failed to maximise revenue from the crucifixion.
There is a young boy, no older than 6 years of age sat at a table close to where I am located. He is sat with his father and is striving to engage him in child like activity, in a historical game derived from the nursery rhyme ‘pat-a-cake’. He is persistently wrestling with the clasped hands of his father trying to pry them apart for play.
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There is a tune playing in my ear. . .it has a seriously heavy beat with a dramatic sounding base.
It’s as if my ear drums are being battered by an acoustic jelly, with a delicious rhythm. . .
Do you ever get those moments when all of your life for one split second seems all aligned, all in sync, as if every globule of liquid within you flows to one rhythm?
Theres this mate of mine who plays drums, in fact he breathes drums, if you were to watch him play, whilst sticking your fingers in your ears to drown out all of the sound, he would look seriously strange, arms flailing everywhere legs thrashing around and a weird look across his face!. . .
But if you were to remove your fingers, so that you could hear the sound of the drum; then your ears, your mind and your flesh would fall into the very beat that he was playing.
. . .’exquisite’. . .
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I’m sat in a little cafe it’s a greasy spoon!, it’s decor is historic but it’s service is perfectly quaint...
Earlier I sat with a mate of mine we were eating a breakfast that most wouldn’t manage but we dutifully polished off every morsel. . .
As we chewed our way through we chatted about the past. . .laughing at times remembering that when past events were occurring they seemed so crucial, but on reflection now appear trivial!. . .
It’s great having the past to reflect on its in some ways, critical for the future. . .
Isn’t life great!. . .
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Peter Sinks, Faith Arises
Im sat drinking a cup of coffee with sweetener, and I’m pondering a piece of scripture…
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This is the scripture I’m pondering…
Jesus Walks on the Water
Mat 14:22-33
Immediately he made the disciples get into the boat and go before him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowds.
And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up on the mountain by himself to pray. When evening came, he was there alone,
but the boat by this time was a long way from the land, beaten by the waves, for the wind was against them.
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It’s been a while since we chatted and I have often wondered how you are.
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The froth on my vending machine coffee is disintegrating, and the edge of my crisp is fighting to delve into the vacant void where my recently excavated tooth once lived.
Outside the rain has reduced to a gentle drizzle and the air is crisp.
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I have often sat and wondered what your up to, how your days have been filled, and wether your doing ok.
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The Football Player
There’s a young man called Phil’, he lives on the local council estate and works as a delivery man. Phil is mad about football he’s played since he was able to walk and supports the local red team.
At the age of 18 Phil had a trial for a lower league team, and signed on to the team and began to play on a regular basis. Phil’ now earns good money, more than he has ever made before. He is popular, he’s seen by thousands of people on a match day, not just by the locals on his street, and he has loads of new mates.
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