R's rue

  So said Neil Horan in an interview with the BBC yesterday.   A fifty something gay man living in London, he once suffered isolation and loneliness before coming out in the 1980s and is liking those feelings to experiences now under lockdown. “ You have to be careful with your loneliness...it is a separate illness to say depression and needs to be treated as such” From I can see there are a myriad of ways people have been coping with months of enforced isolation. Frazzled Cafe is something a friend of mine has used recently It is a charity for those who is finding life a challenge at the moment and has the mantra  “ it’s ok NOT to be ok” Not a counselling service , Frazzled Cafe offers an online zoom service where peer support can be obtained in a large group. Indeed one of its founders comedienne Ruby Wax actually facilitates several of the meetings that can be accessed daily. I love the innovation and the positivism of such an enterprise at this time whe...

It took me five days to read "The Salt Path" by Raynor Winn. And what a delight it was! It is a true story about a long distant walking route in the south west of England. Beginning at Minehead in Somerset, the "salt path" or South West Coastal Path hugs the coast through Devon and Cornwall all the way to Land's End where it turns and heads east along the south coast to Poole in Dorset. Six hundred and thirty miles in total. in 2014, Raynor Winn and her husband Moth became unexpectedly homeless. They were in their early fifties. What could they do? Despite Moth having a life-threatening condition they decided to set off walking. They had very little money and only basic equipment, including two cheap sleeping bags. Some days they had nothing to eat and they wild camped almost all the way just to save money. On the walk they discovered inner reserves of strength and they witnessed Mother Nature in various guises - from nocturnal badgers to Atlantic storms an...

 In your faithfulness you have afflicted me Lord I flipped  to the right page today and forevermore My mindset has  Been wrong For a long time I kept asking And I found it in Your Word Where I should have Been all this time Let this sink in You will receive When He deems it time affliction is not negative in these years nobody could make me Believe this But I'm rejoicing in the revelation Thank you from R's rue https://ift.tt/2INhXSV

 You want to grow Some manual labor Will do the trick Smell the dirt Be fulfill Get dirty be relieved find faith While getting ready to sow again Farmwork Will give you a new lease on what it is to be God's creation try it be amazed from R's rue https://ift.tt/3lVIj3e

 Sunlight  Coming through  The window Is my elixir  from R's rue https://ift.tt/36SJCdk

When I was at secondary school in Kingston-upon-Hull I was one of the best rugby players in my year group. Our coach was an ex-player called Bill Minns. He had a habit of endowing his favourite lads with nicknames and he called me Theseus. The name stuck for a while. As far as nicknames go it wasn't a bad one to have. Better than Fatty or Beanpole or Specky Four Eyes . In the last seventy two hours I have felt like Theseus in the Labyrinth. Behind the scenes of this illustrious blog, I have been battling with demons. Technological robo-demons that threatened to block me from my favourite websites and blogs. "Error 401" kept raising its ugly face and I was repeatedly warned that my security had been compromised. Habitual passwords were being blocked as unfamilar dialogue boxes appeared on the screen. All of this sent me scurrying off into a Google labyrinth of Blogger forums, YouTube help videos, techo-babble and "solutions" that turned out not to be solution...