R's rue

Just before the Berlin Wall came down I was working in Hungary - teaching English to students from The Technical University of Budapest. One evening, I was walking through the city with Ferenc - one of the students. We came to a small marketplace and I noticed twenty or so people in a row holding various items in their hands  - batteries, combs, bottles of shampoo, hair slides, screwdrivers etc.. Their arms were extended and they were calling out.  It was clear that they were trying to sell these items. It was like a market without tables or stalls. I asked Ferenc what was going on and he said, "Oh, they are Poles!" Later he explained that they were very used to seeing Poles in Hungary - rather desperate people trying to get their feet on the economic ladder in Budapest. A couple of weeks later, near the southern border of the country I came across a similar "market" but here the sellers were Romanian. These experiences illustrated that, in terms of identity and b...

  Old Trev , his niece told me is in hospital, she knows not where.  I hope they found him an appropriate bed, so many of the patients sit in their ambulances outside A&E nowadays, a place , to be honest, I’d prefer his to be rather than on a hospital trolley.  At least he would be warmer, and supervised by two trained professionals in the ambulance. She will keep me up to date with any updates. It’s college day today and I’m off soon.  We [ the students]have presentations to give tonight. I’ve practiced it in front of the dogs but only Roger seemed interested. I may go to the cinema tomorrow to see Living  I suspect it’s been a bit overblown by the critics but we will see I met a guy with a hole in his jumper yesterday, there wasn’t the time to have a chat 🙁 And thank you for follower Jane ,    Who kindly left me a small gift.  After a long and somewhat taxing shift yesterday, it was most welcomed….. from Going Gently...

 This morning my nephew gave me a gift. One I didn’t know I needed. It’s an appreciation for home. The one you can’t replace. The one you can’t live without. It’s my everyday canvas. One I don’t take time to nourish. It’s the blades of grass that ground my feet and tickle my toes. It’s the wildlife in my backyard that make it home. It’s the place that is always there. While I dream of big cities and glittering, shiny lights, it’s the grass being cut by the tractor in the pasture, where I know God is. I went to the doctor yesterday getting medicine injected into the pump in my abdomen, I felt peace. Peace, it’s coming because I’ve been coming to acceptance. Acceptance that God will provide what I can’t. In this season, thankfulness has a new meaning. Freedom. It’s not Christmas yet, but I’m celebrating like it is.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/uk8rcD0