The Sun has got his Hat on
...his thick Russian one, and his coat, and by rights he should have scarf and gloves on too.
What I don't get... that sun is however many thousands/millions centigrade hot, so when there's nothing much between me and it, why is it still so cold?!
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I have many musings on the sun, especially since being in Burkina, where the sun is so hot it is physically crushing, mentally oppressing and spiritually sapping. All the Biblical references to sun and heat and desert became strikingly real to me when out there, and have changed me in many ways...
I have many musings on the sun, especially since being in Burkina, where the sun is so hot it is physically crushing, mentally oppressing and spiritually sapping. All the Biblical references to sun and heat and desert became strikingly real to me when out there, and have changed me in many ways...
More visibly and trivially -as visible things are- I can now proudly down a pint (of water), when my parents will testify that as a kid I used to drink painfully little, painfully slowly.
De toute façon, my complaints about English sun are short-lived and very tongue-in-cheek, because I actually believe it gives the most beautiful kind of sunshine. It's kind, it's good, it's nurturing, it does no harm but just provides an exquisite light by which to see the rest of God's glorious creation in this land of unpretentious, undulating beauty. It's purely lovely to sit in, to walk in, to talk in, to play in... I love the sunshine.
It does peculiar things to my outlook on life.
De toute façon, my complaints about English sun are short-lived and very tongue-in-cheek, because I actually believe it gives the most beautiful kind of sunshine. It's kind, it's good, it's nurturing, it does no harm but just provides an exquisite light by which to see the rest of God's glorious creation in this land of unpretentious, undulating beauty. It's purely lovely to sit in, to walk in, to talk in, to play in... I love the sunshine.
It does peculiar things to my outlook on life.
My friends here in Liverpool have fairly quickly established that even after 20+ years, I have not learnt that in England, in February, even when the sun is out it does not mean it's warm... But I don't care. I'll wear my flip-flops anyway. When the sun's on my skin, I'm warm, whatever the actual temperature.
Until I sit in church, i.e. when the sun's not on my skin, and I realise humbly I have misjudged the season, and start to freeze, as per yesterday.
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Anyway, the peculiar things... I don't really have an answer to this, by the way.
Most often it makes me happy. Lighthearted, playful. All is well when the sun is out. I want to wear summery things and sit in the sun, and even run around (something I'm not exactly famed for). Often it feels very epic; I feel like I'm a character in a novel, and that something momentous should happen. It rarely does, but I like to imagine that it might.
But just sometimes it makes me feel low. It makes me miss home, and my loved and lost ones, and makes me want so much to go Home. Not cause there's anything particularly bad or lacking about life down here; just cause something in me rises up and protests against there being seasons of good and seasons of bad, past things, future things. Good things should just be.
Well, I could go on, but I'll restrain myself.
And by the way, English sunshine is the most beautiful, when it's out and warm, but it's not out and/or warm for very long, so the whole "I was born for the Med thing" still stands. Just had to clarify that...
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Anyway, the peculiar things... I don't really have an answer to this, by the way.
Most often it makes me happy. Lighthearted, playful. All is well when the sun is out. I want to wear summery things and sit in the sun, and even run around (something I'm not exactly famed for). Often it feels very epic; I feel like I'm a character in a novel, and that something momentous should happen. It rarely does, but I like to imagine that it might.
But just sometimes it makes me feel low. It makes me miss home, and my loved and lost ones, and makes me want so much to go Home. Not cause there's anything particularly bad or lacking about life down here; just cause something in me rises up and protests against there being seasons of good and seasons of bad, past things, future things. Good things should just be.
Well, I could go on, but I'll restrain myself.
And by the way, English sunshine is the most beautiful, when it's out and warm, but it's not out and/or warm for very long, so the whole "I was born for the Med thing" still stands. Just had to clarify that...
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Today's daily bread is...
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I know not what of good or ill has been reserved for me
Of weary ways or golden days before His face I'll see
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But I know whom I have believed and am persuaded that He is able to take that which I've committed unto Him against that day
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Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress, I shall not be shaken.
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My salvation and my honour depend on God;
He is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust Him at all times, O people;
pour out your hearts to Him, for God is our refuge.
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Psalm 62:5-8
posted by Cathy @ 4:39 PM
4 Comments:
Was not wearing a coat to church not a good idea? You're such a silly girl, I cant believe you'd do that!!
I personally see it more as character building. Everyone at Bridge now thinks we are well'ard cos we didnt have a coat on!!
Yeh, so next week we wear coats.
xxx
I've realised how lovely the Salisbury computer room is at around 5:00 - 5:20ish when the sun sets over the beautiful Rankin Hall and bathes the suite in a warm golden orange.
Matt W
Matt, that's beautifully poetic!
In Burkina, land of the red dust, not normally famed for its aesthetic charm, at about 4:30-5pm I used to love it as the temperature dropped (ever so slightly, but very importantly!), and the sunset sent the thousands of acres of dust an ambient orange.
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Sky above is deeper blue
Earth below is softer green
Something lives in every hue
Christless eyes have never seen.
Wow sis, a whole post on sunshine! Only you could make it that interesting. Or Dan, he did a rather spectacular postage on rain, I seem to recall. Must be about my turn for a weather spot I guess!
Stay safe
Peace
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