R's rue

The Gruffalo's Child Phoebe was at our house today. I wish my eyes could perform like a video camera so that I might have shared with you the moment when she lost her footing  and fell backwards in our dining room. She was holding her favourite cuddly toy Monty the Sloth at the time and perhaps she was not fully concentrating. Don't worry - she did not bang her head or anything like that. When she stumbled backwards her arse ended up in the wastepaper basket and all of a sudden her little legs were pointing to the ceiling.  The surprised look on her face was precious and Shirley and I could not help laughing before I pulled her out of the wastepaper basket. There were no tears. She just carried on with her happy day that had earlier involved a visit to the children's section of The Central Library and another to "Waterstones" bookshop where Grandma bought Phoebe copies of "The Gruffalo's Child" and "Stick Man" both by Julia Donaldson. ...

 In this rainy day I’m grateful for my faded sweats and Martha’s Vineyard sweatshirt that remind me of memories that make me so joyful. If you’ve had told me that I’ve had the opportunity to see God’s beauty in so many places, I don’t know if I would have believed you. God gives and I’m grateful to be a recipient.   It’s the small things that become the moments you don’t remember. Some of the places I’ve experienced the most anxiety are the places I think of with the fondest love. Do I wish I didn’t have so much anxiety, yes, but I’m starting to see that anxiety is correlated to my amount of fear. So I need to channel the anxiety, face the fear that eats me.  Love you all. May you all have a blessed day.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/HopnN43

 I went to see Enys Men this morning. Apparently Enys is the old Cornish word for Island which is interesting as the Welsh word for Island is Ynys.  Anyhow Enys Men was advertised as a horror film set on in 1973 Cornish Island.  I see that the word horror was used somewhat loosely. It’s an experimental, abstract film where the mundane daily routine of a wildlife volunteer almost morphs into the history, tragedy and nature of an old Cornish mining island. Set in 1973 we follow the naturalist’s daily routine until no one really knows their arses from their elbows, so atmospheric as it was , I lost the will to live by minute 45, so walked out even though I was sure that the leading lady’s red anorak had something to do with the killer dwarf in Dont Look Now ( filmed in 1973) Subsequently I found out that Mark Kamode gave it 5 stars . Fuck me that must have been a slow day for him. One of the Storyhouse volunteers fussed around me with hand twitching when he...