blethers

"Blether - n. foolish chatter. - v.intr. chatter foolishly [ME blather, f. ON blathra talk nonsense f. blathr nonsense]" - Concise Oxford Dictionary.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Summer reading

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What have I been reading recently? Nice of you to ask - I have been reading more than I might, because it's been the kind of weather tha...
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Monday, July 14, 2014

A unique privilege

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On the kind of day when I look out at the rain and mist and breathe a prayer of thankfulness that I have no visitors staying, no children ho...
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Saturday, June 21, 2014

Cloudy morning

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I started writing this before the current spell of dry weather, when I was longing for it to look and feel like summer. As the solstice is r...
Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Time to think ... about Synod

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P's & G's, complete with MDF gallery? By the time I finish writing this, I'm sure everyone else will have moved on. But ...
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Saturday, June 07, 2014

Of fear (with a nod to Bacon)

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Does anyone read Bacon's Essay's in school any more? I doubt it. They don't really strike one as everyday fare for your average...
Sunday, June 01, 2014

Turkish saga - not a Saga holiday

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I'm going to tell you a story. It's a true story, and it's already been told  in the form of a letter to a holiday company, but ...
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Exam stress? What exam stress?

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I have a feeling that Scottish school pupils are sitting their English SQA exams today. If not, it was yesterday - we retired teachers bec...
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Friday, April 25, 2014

Cascading across the years ...

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Next week there is to be a meeting in Pitlochry - a Cascade Conversation called Listening across the Spectrum. Cascading I understand - I w...
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Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Luke 10:38

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It is late afternoon. The sun is heading for the rim of hills behind the village. The dust rises from the footfall of the arriving walkers...
Friday, March 28, 2014

The Well

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©Sieger Köder It is a well, God, a pool so dark as to show me only myself. It draws me to look  compels my absorption demands m...
Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Greylag - a poem out of meditation

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  Eileen Lawrence: Greylag 1978 GREYLAG : watercolour and handmade papers It disturbs me, this feather, plucked from a hurrying g...
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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Churchgoing, anyone?

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I came across this post in my 'drafts' folder, and had a sudden memory of a Blogger failure which prevented me from posting it. Neve...
Saturday, March 22, 2014

Meditation, corncrakes and rattling slates

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People who follow me on Twitter will have realised from my sparse tweets that I've been away. In fact I've been on a 3-day retreat...
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Sunday, March 02, 2014

Of straight talking and overturning tables

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Over the past 40-odd years I've found myself back in the position in the choir stalls of Cathedral of The Isles which gives this view ...
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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

How long, O Lord ...?

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I've been putting off writing for myself about church and state and same-sex marriage. I've exploded, once, on the Primus' blog ...
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Friday, February 21, 2014

A high old time ...

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Before it vanishes into the dream-like recesses of memory, a few words on our January holiday. We were walking with a holiday company cal...
Friday, January 17, 2014

This retirement lark

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I think I've finally got something. Bit of an epiphany, really. It's this retirement caper - so it's been over eight years in ...
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Stormy anticipation

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It's more or less dark now, this Christmas Eve, and I can no longer see the waves crashing over the pavement of the East Bay in Dunoon...
Friday, December 20, 2013

Mamma Mia, or what happens when you run out of tenors ...

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You have to laugh. All these years of singing - it's a good 50 years since I last sang in the Hillhead High School madrigal group, at ...
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Saturday, December 07, 2013

Mandela and a legacy

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In the passing of Nelson Mandela, among the tributes and the claims and counter-claims (remember, he was a terrorist/he was no saint/ther...
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