ad aduvandum me

It has been said that I am not always good at asking for help.  While of course that is not true, it does seem to take a stomach bug to make me ask readily.

So, in the past 24 hours, various members of the congregations have:

  • collected advent candles at the rectory and transported them to Toward Primary School.
  • carried said candles over hill and dale to the Colintraive ferry.
  • gone to collect the well travelled candles the next morning, before weaving them into a wreath.
  • chaired an AGM on short notice, bravely risking AOCB.
  • agreed to preside tomorrow — both in Dunoon and Tighnabruaich.  (It happens to be the week my predecessor is in town.)
  • (most important of all) delivered cat treats to Molly, who had nibbled her way through the last pack yesterday when I was too ill to get out of bed.

Thanks to everyone for stepping into the breach.  Hopefully all will be back to normal by Monday.

mind map

I’ve never been very good at history, but I do like maps. So, I was glad to hear of the Tabula Peutingeriana, a map of the late Roman Empire, which was unrolled for a rare viewing today.

The director of manuscripts at the Austrian National Library compares it to the diagrammatic map of the London Underground: more useful than accurate. And apart from junctions and inns, the main landmarks were the holy places — Christendom on a scroll.

I wonder how our public consciousness would be different if we still chose holy places as our landmarks instead of Little Chef’s or pubs.

And I began to think of how I do map territory.

In New England it goes something like this:

Home-coffee-blue onion- nasty junction- endless trees – pretty lake- toll booth- misplaced witches’ house- tacky mall- autumn leaves– Holly bridge– stop and ring- toll booth- river- bridges — wonder how Edward is — baseball — Charlene & John- nasty tunnel-Gracie- lawyers’ arch- winter lights- cannolies- ‘if it weren’t for this church, your donation would be in pounds sterling’ – Duckie – no parking- parking- at last.

In Britain, it tends to go–

cobbled street — West Port — Old Wing — patchwork fields — Mungee bridge — bendy road– forth bridge– bypass –Lady P– the sea, the sea — pine trees–  coffee time — horrid Morrisons–  the swans –hedge cutting– sand and dunes– bookshop– the bridges — car dealers & round abouts — bridal shop — turn– metro bridge — round about — church — crane and cat.

A real mix of public and private landmarks, recognizable routes, and things that would make sense only to me. Neither route is efficient (emotional tangents, you see)– neither is exactly how I would go. But quite fun to remember, nonetheless.

Gold stars await for the people on each side of the Atlantic who can accurately place the most landmarks. Something more dramatic for anyone who dares to compete in both categories (and makes a reasonably good show of each).

st christopher’s

I don’t usually draw attention to charities — trusting we will all find our way to the causes we will be most committed to. But I have just read this BBC article on The London Refuge for Runaways. They provide a safe house for runaways, and let the parent’s know the child is safe without disclosing their whereabouts . It is apparently the only refuge of it’s type in England.

Does anyone know of anything similar in Scotland?

I know Aberlour does lots of preventative work and offers refuge for mothers and children together, but I don’t think they do this sort of crisis intervention. (I’d be happy to be told otherwise…)

point of view

Way back in 2001, I tucked away various magazine photos of September 11th and the aftermath. They were hard to look at, but I knew that there would be times when I would turn to them again. I began that day in Boston, and clearly remember the fear of it and the bizzare stillness of the interstate as I returned to my parents’ house in Connecticut.

But today, quite unexpectedly, I’ve seen the most disturbing photograph of the day that I have seen yet– totally unexpected and out of context.

You can find it here.

I almost want to dig out the old Time magazine to face the disturbance of this newest image.