Time, almost always on our side…

Or at least it was today.

We have had a busy weekend- yesterday we took William to play in the finals of a Gaelic school football competition in Fort William. This involved a 2-3 hour drive through Argyll and into the big mountains. It was a wet day yesterday, and the clouds boiling around the high rock walls of Glen Coe were stunning. Will’s side did OK, but football is not his sport really.

Today we spent the morning in the garden, the afternoon playing cricket and the evening walking the beach. Mmmmm.

But back to the time thing- Michaela and I were talking about all the busyness that we are in the middle of- creating a new income, keeping all the family things going and planning new things with Aoradh. Practically speaking, there is far too much to do.

We hear it everywhere- busy busy busy. This is partly because in our society everything does go so fast- we are conditioned to run hard on the hamster wheel. However I think it is also because we are caught in the trap of believing that the only valuable time involves stress. This is revealed in the fact that it is almost a thing of shame to admit we are NOT busy. All this frenetic activity in the service of- what?

There is no life without stress. But there is much stress without purpose.

I have this theory about time- less about physics, more to do with the human condition. I am convinced that time can be stretched into the shape of what you really love. There are of course limits to the elasticity – eventually the break may come – but on the whole we always have time to chose to do those things that we love.

And there is no shame in learning how to be a human be-ing.

Stolen time…

This weekend we had planned to travel down south to attend a baptism service at our old Church near Preston. The people getting baptised are young folk we have known all their lives, and sharing in this service would have been great. However, Michaela has not been well, so we had to call off last night. She is OK- an infection that is on the mend.

So I am sat at home thinking of my friends- missing them, but also feeling strangely grateful for the space, free from long car journeys and weekend busyness.

I love being at home, with no agenda- no pressure, no deadlines. It always feels like such an indulgence because of course there are many things that I could be doing- in fact many things that I should be doing.

But for now, they will wait…

Perhaps I am getting old- but if so, this is fine, at least for today.

Rehearsing old age


Today we rehearsed old age

And it was lovely


Our bones went soft

And our muscles ceased their strain


There is a storm on the old river

And kind grey light makes

Our faces take on

Graceful lines

And shadows

You on the sofa

And me in my chair


Today we rehearsed old age

And it was lovely

Slow down- come to Dunoon…

Apparently my home town of Dunoon officially has one of the slowest broadband speeds in the UK.

Kind of makes you proud.

Of course it is not that long ago that we were all used to dial up speeds (remember that annoying connection noise?)- but these days 1.9 meg is pretty slow. I am currently getting about 54 KB/sec.

But I am just back from a night in Glasgow, where Michaela and I went to see Jools Holland (Sorry- not really my cup of tea, talented though the band were) and then we spent a day shopping in the city.

It was lovely to walk a city with my wife, but it was so busy. Cars everywhere, fighting for a few inches of space, and to be a few seconds faster away from the lights.

So it was good to get the ferry over to the place where even cyber space has been slowed down.

Come and see- it is good for the soul…