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Carry On My Wayward Son

Carry On My Wayward Son

Lyrics:

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I’m dreaming,
I can hear them say


chasing places

We carry…..

Wat hebben de Kruidtuin en witlof met elkaar te maken?

You’re Gonna’ Carry that Weight Forever

Carry yourself Home

Lighten Your Burdens

The Things I Carry*

The Time Tonight!

 

Daily Prompt: Artist’s Eye

The artist’s eye

Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does  it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t speak to you, tell us why.)

Once I went to a Guggenheim exhibition at an art gallery in Dunedin.

My motive had little to do with my love for or proficiency in what many would call “art”.  I never did get the whole draw a bowl of fruit thing – or at least not in a way that would distinguish my art from that of a 3-year old.  My clay boot wouldn’t have fit even the flattest of feet.

I remember the bus struggling in its lowest gear to get up a hill.  It’s that hill I swear travellers must ascend before descending into the hole (literal) that is Dunedin.

I also remember doing some form of printing – the kind that involved a hard rubber roller.

Art is perhaps too broad a classification.  It is said of many things “It’s more an art than a science”.  I once started a Bachelor of the Arts.  The English paper in which I was required to interpret the film Once Were Warriors through the lens of the Treaty of Waitangi – that was a bit arty.  But political science and sociology?  One has science in the title.

English, as a subject to be studied, probably wouldn’t be considered a visual art for which one would need eyes to produce or appreciate.  So in terms of my academic history, I have not exercised an artist’s eye.

Poetry as art

Is there any irony in the fact that there are categories within this website dedicated to poetry?  Is poetry not an art?  That would be the extent to which I possess the artist’s eye.  Beyond that, as far as it concerns the visual arts, I am blind.

I don’t mind

Being blind

To what some call art

I’ve been left behind

What some call sublime

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have an arty heart.

Prophecy [The Daily Prompt]

…knowing this first of all, that no prophecy of Scripture comes from someone’s own interpretation. For no prophecy was ever produced by the will of man, but men spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit. 2 Peter 1:20-21

…does not belong to those who prophesy, neither does it’s interpretation belong to either those who prophesy or those who interpret.

…does not belong to the prophets, and nor is it produced by the will of the prophets.

…belongs to God, and is the result of His will as He carries along, by the Holy Spirit, those who prophesy.

Daily Prompt

prophecy

Depression is a Trip – The Train

katherine riegel

I’ve been on these trips before. It’s terribly embarrassing because people often believe you bought that train ticket yourself, or something that happened to you gained agency—A. Death, Job Loss, Another F. Rejection—and all you need to do is track down that entity and face it in order to get off the train. So you’re on the Depression Train, it’s speeding along through a concrete wilderness, and people are saying, “Hey, why don’t you get off the train?” Well, more often they’re saying, “You could try this or this to get off the train,” helpfully, really, but the thing is you just can’t get off the effing train. It’s going full steam and if you managed to pry open one of the doors you’d just find yourself bruised on the hard gray world anyway.

From: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/60903404/posts/5023 read full post here.

DailyPrompt:Voyage

katherine riegel

Depression is a Trip – The Train

Depression is a Trip – Kayak

Depression is a trip – LSD

Depression is a Trip – Antarctica

 

Depression is a Trip – Kayak

katherine riegel

You can’t actually stop traveling, slogging through muck, unable to find a place to sit down to rest that isn’t even more miserable than the continual push. Once I overturned my kayak and sank to my crotch in silty mud. When I tried pulling one foot up, up, to the surface of the mud and putting it down again, I sank just as far. Other people went by in their kayaks and said, “Are you okay?” and I said, “Yes, I’ll get back on in just a minute,” though I had no real idea how I would do so. Embarrassment, shame, helplessness. No choice but to engage the mud.

From: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/60903404/posts/5023 read full post here.

DailyPrompt:Voyage

katherine riegel

Depression is a Trip – The Train

Depression is a Trip – Kayak

Depression is a trip – LSD

Depression is a Trip – Antarctica

Depression is a trip – LSD

katherine riegel

I don’t know much about drug trips from personal experience (unfortunately? I don’t know—I overheard some writers behind me at a reading recently talking about traveling the country on LSD when they were younger, and these were women in their 40s and 50s who were clearly oh so much more badass than they looked, and I confess I felt a bit envious, if also a bit ashamed at my own timidity), but it seems to me depression is like a drug trip for a lot of reasons. You don’t seem to have any control over how you perceive the world, or how you respond to it. You feel like you’re not your usual self, and you fear you may never get back to being your usual self, or that your “usual self” is in fact your “unusual self,” and the majority of who you are is actually A Depressed Person. Other people can tell you that your perceptions of reality are not accurate, but even when you accept that truth you still can’t make yourself perceive reality differently and react to it appropriately.

From: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/60903404/posts/5023 read full post here.

DailyPrompt:Voyage

katherine riegel

Depression is a Trip – The Train

Depression is a Trip – Kayak

Depression is a trip – LSD

Depression is a Trip – Antarctica

Daily Prompt: 21st Century Citizen

Do you belong in this day and age? Do you feel comfortable being a citizen of the 21st-century? If you do, explain why — and if you don’t, when in human history would you rather be?

Technology.

That’s why I belong to the 21st Century.  I used to feel much more at home here because of my aversion to hard work by which I mean physical labour.  But things have changed in the last 2 years.  I’ve had the privilege of working in construction.  In order of priority as defined by my job description – administration, logistics, labouring.

It’s the third of those priorities that has made me feel less comfortable as a citizen of this century – even though some of the tools represent cutting edge technology.

But the bulk of my job – I can’t do without 21st century technology. I don’t know how to get places without GPS technology and specially designed mobile apps.  I wouldn’t know how to pay for most things related to my job without the internet or without a credit card built on 21st century banking software.

Part of my job involves managing the company website and associated social media.  I couldn’t do that without 21st century technology.

Then I go home.  Facebook (not that I’m not using it at work); Netflix, youtube, Spotify.

I’ve went without internet once.  I felt quite lost.  I didn’t know how to be a consumer in a world without the internet.

 

Depression is a Trip – Antarctica

katherine riegel

Depression is a wildly confusing, exhausting trip to someplace you didn’t actually ever intend to go. Let’s say you set out for Austria, had in mind a little singing on mountaintops like in The Sound of Music, and you end up getting on the wrong plane and find yourself in Antarctica. Did you know the average temperature during the coldest three months in Antarctica is MINUS 81 degrees Fahrenheit? So you are in this place, so bitterly cold that it’s hard to move, your limbs lock up and your face freezes if you try to uncover it. If you expose any of your tender self, even a little, it goes from cold to burning to numb so fast you just know you’ll be dead if you don’t cover up again. You didn’t intend to come here and you don’t quite know how you got here and you haven’t figured out how to leave. You don’t really want to see your loved ones here because you’re afraid they’ll freeze, too; sometimes you feel like you’re talking to them through a video link, and they’re far away, and you sort of wonder if they aren’t just better off staying far away from you and your inimical tendency to lose yourself in dark and dangerous places.

From: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/60903404/posts/5023 read full post here.

DailyPrompt:Voyage

katherine riegel

 

Depression is a Trip – The Train

Depression is a Trip – Kayak

Depression is a trip – LSD

Depression is a Trip – Antarctica

The Voyage

Daily Prompt: Voyage

Reposted from January 2016.

So on 19th December 2015, we AuckWards left Auckland, on the first leg of our journey. This first leg took us to Wanganui where we stayed with Peter, Ruth, Jonathan, Hannah, Davy, Daniel, and Amalia van den Brink.

The following day I preached at Wanganui Grace Presbyterian Church in the morning and later in the evening we assumed the second leg of our journey. This took us to Wellington where we crossed Cook Strait on Bluebridge Ferry at 2:30am, it now being Monday 21st December 2015. We had the luxury of a private cabin and the ability to sleep most of the way across.

This landed us in Picton from whence we travelled to Nelson for the day and then onto Blenheim for the night. We stayed locally thanks to Airbnb, a service we used in 2014 for our trip around the North Island. This was the day that NZ had record high temperatures, especially in the South Island.

Leg three was onto Christchurch along the east coast of the South Island via Kaikoura. We were booked to stay with another Airbnb host, but this fell through and we ended up staying at the City Centre Motel thanks to booking.com. This ended up being a far better set up to what we had previously booked so it wasn’t too bad an ordeal. The weather, however, had packed in and so we went looking for warmer clothes, but were unable to find acclimatizing apparel at the Westfield Riccarton.

It was Wednesday 23rd when we finally arrived “there”, our “destination” – Invercargill. This means Christchurch to Invercargill was the fourth leg of our journey. We continued down the east coast of the South Island. The highlight was probably Oamaru for reasons including the whisky taste testing at The New Zealand Whisky Company.

Our first day in Invercargill left us unable to maintain our defence that the place isn’t nearly as cold as what the rest of the country thinks with heaters on and a fire lit.

Here is a picture of the getting there part of our holiday.  A huge credit is due to Ashley, my lovely, wife, who did all but a very small fraction of the driving from Papakura to Invercargill over the course of 4 days.  It wasn’t long after arriving in Invercargill that the trip counter registered 2000km.

Voyage of self discovery

Bad Luck Day

I Will Go Down with this Ship.

Dreams Without Traveling

Daily prompt/voyage/6/24/2016

voyage

 

 

Incarnation — Grace Theological College

[Jesus] relinquished divine privileges, existing in the eternal love with the Father and the Holy Spirit, and poured himself out, taking on the confinement of human incarnation, living truly as God and man. (p. 49) Hans Bayer The Theology of Mark Amazon.com offers the following synopsis of Hans’ book: Sincere Christians hold divergent ideas about…

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