Sunday, October 31, 2010

What To Expect At Heathrow!

I hate to advertise for them, but wow:

Friday, October 22, 2010

Ship Ahoy (or No)!

I looked up the definition of asute.  I found "having or showing shrewdness and discernment, especially with respect to one's own concerns".  Which makes HMS Asute's name even more ironic.  Here we have a state of the art nuclear submarine, designed to outmanouvre the keenest of the enemies navy and it can't even get out of the way of an island.  It is supposed to be able to circumnavigate the globe underwater but actually getting underwater seems more of a problem.

It certainly seems that Skye boasts a grudge against the navy as this isn't the first time a sub has run aground there.  Perhaps this is an attempt by scottish nationals to develop their own navy by hijacking some passing submarine.  In fact, quite a few of the navy's subs have had collisions in the last 20 or so years.  Maybe they should be fitted with hazard lights.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

With Thanks to Rainbow Dreams

The Invitation ~

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to
be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Addicted Find

I am sometimes accused of being fanatical. Well, when I say accused, to be honest I would agree. I have a tendency to get VERY involved with something that sparks my interest and might not always have the best sense of moderation. Currently geocaching would fit in this bracket. A supposedly cheap hobby has become an expensive one as I make my own signature items, my own caches, buy geocoins and travelbugs etc etc etc.

So it was nice today, while wandering around London hunting out a few caches, to come across some fellow geocachers and discover that they had flown to London from Sweden for a two day holiday purely to go caching around the capital. Now there's fanaticism!