humpty dumpty spotted a double entendre

It has been pointed out to me that dogscrapbook- like most words- is open to interpretation. I am clearly considerably more verbally naive than I imagined; something in this instance that I am quite pleased about. The consequence is that after a short and inglorious career dogscrapbook is being re-branded.

www.dogscrapbook.blogspot.com is dead

Long live www.dog-scrapbook.blogspot.com and all who sail in her

'

When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said, in a rather scornful tone,' it means
just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less.'
'The question is,' said Alice, 'whether you can make words mean so many different things.'
'The
question is,' said Humpty Dumpty, 'which is to be master - that's all.'

Have you noticed that the words weekend and weakened are very similar...Hmmmm

the turning of the tide

been thinking about 'managing change' these days...tricky old business it seems. i can hear gandalf in the two towers- gandalf the shiny white not the old grey- coming back and saying 'i come to you at the turning of the tide'. to which aragorn, gimli and legolas say, 'yeah well, we actually liked things the way they were. we prefer grey; this new cloak is altogether too bright'.

i got to thinking that the turning of the tide is an interesting picture of the way things often do progress to change. the shift itself may be barely perceptible through the continuing ebb and flow of the waves. a change might be happening but half the time the water seems to be going in the same way as it always has; at least for some moments. but this is the way the tide chooses to change. this is the effect of gravity; this is what it is to be earthed.

it's funny how the sound of the waves is one of the most comforting sounds i know- at least when the sea is relatively calm. back and forth and changing direction at the same time. a tricky old business...

in need of a pacemaker

summer 1980 on a smelly farm in axminster. sitting in the lounge next to plastic tableclothed B+B dining space watching a race from moscow. ovett and coe...and the winner was coe, i think.

i remember this period of athletics. there was ovett and coe rivals in olympics and world champions and then there were world record attempts. and in these there was a pacemaker- some poor soul whose job it was to run until their lungs collapsed so that more illustious athletes trailing in their wake might complete the race and break the record. there was a point in the commentary when a voice would observe in passing, 'the pacemaker has dropped out'.

pacemakers were there for a reason, to make people run fast enough. sometimes i feel like my pacemaker has dropped out - the result is just as dangerous, but mine was there to slow things down not speed things up...sometimes everything seems too fast and all around is the blur of express train windows...

this is from where- speeding trainlife- i am returning to think about the whole idea of sabbath. godspaceandtime- room to manoeuvre and to catch the breath- room to do more than pass through but to appreciate- room to remember what is important- room to re-direct...not so much a pause in the journey but a part of it...a stop along the way...the place from which to start rather than the space into which to collapse exhausted.

Jesus was a good pacemaker..he started from stopping and provoked people to think again about what was important. He made people more intentional because he reminded them of who they were and pointed out the importance of certain things like love and God and hope and sharingspaceandtimewithotherpeople

mary and martha- luke 10.38-41- mmmmm know i need to do some marthaing today but not before i have maryed...