Author: Sue

Coming up to the retirement I have enjoyed a full career as a teacher as well as being a mother of four and now Grandmother of 5. Born in U.K. I resided in Canada for 16 years and then returned to England. Now wondering what the future holds and hoping to return to Canada to take up grandparent responsibilities.

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Sunday: 11.11.2018


Sacred places in music

Today’s music offerings are reflections that could be used for sacred places.



This rather up-beat version of the doxology reminds us that we cannot shut the world out and keep in our quiet place for ever, but must take the peace, share and connect with each other.

The Lord bless you and keep you

The Lord make his face to shine upon you and give you peace.


Sacred places

On Sunday families, singles, young, elders, male, female, imprisoned, free, employed, retired, service, civilian will all attend services, take part in activities and gather together in a unified act of remembrance.  As we do, the place we gather becomes a sanctuary and a sacred place.

Frost: taking the road to thought

Robert Frost is probably best known for his “road less travelled” poem.   In the spirit of this week’s theme of Remembrance I am diverging and focusing on his lesser known war poems, including the enigma of the ‘lost poem’.

Read and reflect as you will.  We all have our own stories to tell.

Remember, remember

Remember, remember the 5th of November

Gunpowder, treason and plot

I know no reason, why Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot…

so says the rhyme, and all throughout Britain over this past week-end, many firework displays have been enjoyed, especially during the nice weather which has favoured us.

Forgive a nostalgia session: I remember when ‘Bonfire night’ meant just that.  Families, friends and neighbours, gathering together around a modest fire of old furniture, bits of gathered wood and other things (not old tires… they smell dreadful!) topped by a ‘straw’ figure of Guy Fawkes created with a mixture of Dad’s old trousers, a too small, overly worn school jacket and perhaps a cap, a head made of newspaper stuffed into an old pillowcase, and miscellaneous other items hobbled together.  In my day it was beginning to be frowned upon to actually use Guy to beg for coins, but sometimes he would be proudly displayed a couple of days before the event, just for fun.  Fireworks would be chosen carefully, rockets, bangers, catherine wheels, roman candles and other tantalising names of surprise packages all guaranteed to delight and entertain in lights, whizzes and bangs and explosions against the back drop of the chill November sky.

The party would be made complete, of course, by food.  Jacket potatoes baked in the fire, sausages, cups of steaming hot chocolate, gingerbread and of course the special, bonfire toffee, a hard, sugary, treacly, jaw breaking, tooth rotting confection that should be made illegal, but thankfully wasn’t in my day.

Memories of the glorious evening would linger in the air the next morning in that peculiar smell of smoke laced with gunpowder and charred vegetation.  If you were lucky there were a couple of empty firework shells and rockets lying around; ones to open up, empty out the remaining explosive into one final pile of  colour and fizz when lit.  If not, then perhaps a stray unlit sparkler could be enjoyed as a finale to this grandest of all nights.

In our health and safety conscious modern times bonfires are rare, and families tend to attend community events providing firework displays.  Whilst understanding the benefit of these, I cannot let go of that joy of holding a firework in your hand and letting its magic delight for a second or two.  Sparklers ready, here I go.

But what, exactly, are we remembering?  Simply put, the gunpowder plot was devised by a group of Catholics in defiance of James 1 of England, realising that his succession to the throne did not make life for Catholics any easier.  However their plan to blow up the House of Lords, cause a Catholic revolt and place Princess Elizabeth on the throne, fizzled out due to leaked information and all the instigators were caught and hanged for treason.

Such was the importance of this event that on the first anniversary of the plot, a holiday was declared and bonfires were made and church bells rang out to declare the day festive.  It is no longer an actual bank holiday (repealed 1859) but we Brits do love a gory story, a sense of fun, and any excuse to party.

Many years on, of course, November is now linked with Remembrance Day.  A more serious reflection of past horrors and a fight for rights.  My posts this week will lead up to November 11th with this as a theme.  So, I close with a more thoughtful tone.

This work was included on my spotify list this week, and I am amazed that I had not ‘discovered’ it before; I think it serves as a good introduction to a global call to peace and understanding.

Follow the link to read some excellent research concerning this text and its history, and enjoy the reflective music.

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining;
I believe in love even when feeling it not;
I believe in God even when he is silent.

Go in peace and love and connect with your inner quiet thoughts.


of ghoulies and ghosties and long legged beasties…

A selection of stuff that may or may not tickle your fancy this October 31st

Living close to Sutton Hoo I have come to enjoy the magnificence and importance of this story.

The British Library are hosting two productions of the story as part of their Anglo Saxon season.

Then we must, of course, include Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.  Decide whether you want trick or treat

And just to remind us that we learn something everyday,  the rest of the verse from the title.

From ghoulies and ghosties and long legged beasties

And things that go bump in the night

Good Lord protect us.

I have always credited this as a Scottish prayer, however from research, it is possible that it might have a wider origin. If this kind of thing fascinates you, click on the picture to follow the link.

scottish prayer


Seriously, we all fight our own demons so I’ve included this in dedication to a great performer with a haunting, wonderful voice.


For all the little goblins, monsters and other noble characters out on the town tonight have fun and stay safe.

Praying the Creed: Day 9

Has reciting the creed so far been easy for you?

Have the meditations given you that boost for the day, that feel good factor and helped you to centre your day around your belief?

Of course!

Today you will be challenged.  Today  I believe we have reached the core of the creed.  The core of our belief, and in our times, perhaps the most controversial statement.

Legends on tiptoe

There are somethings that just naturally go together

apple pie and ice-cream (custard maybe  if you’re British)

toast and Marmite

cold winter evenings, a warm blanket and a film

a good novel read by the fire  the list goes on.

For today’s musical contribution I’ve chosen a classic duo Ladysmith  Black Mambazo and Paul Simon.

Why “Diamonds on the Sole of her Shoes”?  Because it reminds me of a younger me, at home with the children, foot tapping, singing along, feeling my way through sometimes hard times, but hanging on because of music that delighted, friends that supported, family that loved and my belief in all things positive.  It made me feel like I had diamonds on the sole of my shoes, whilst God gave me diamonds on my soul.

Go ahead and crank up the sound, watch on full screen, and enjoy this and feel the excitement of being at a concert even whilst you are at home, perhaps doing the boring stuff, because that’s the power of social media, internet and our modern living.


Feel better now?

Share the love, give it a like and write your thoughts, it is all about connecting the world.


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