An open, tolerant, and kindly temper, that welcomes confidence, that overlooks faults, that makes much of any good in other men, that easily forgives wrong;  that is a part of any ordinary notion of manliness.

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 28 – Saturday after 4th Sunday of Lent  To Read: ‘You awake, Fynn?’ ‘What’s up, Tich?’ ‘Full up!’ ‘Oh.’ A little sob brought the guards [The cat and the dog] tramping up my chest in order to size up the situation.  The sniffs lasted a few moments longer whilst… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 28

Love is the great healing power of the universe.

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 27 – Friday after 4th Sunday of Lent  To Read: The hoarding down the Broadway displayed in large red lettering:  ‘Do you want to be saved?  I wondered just how many people would say ‘Yes’ to that.  Had it read ‘Do you want to be safe?’ millions of people… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 27

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 25 – Wednesday after 4th Sunday of Lent  To Read: I like mathematics. I see it as the most beautiful, most exciting, most poetic, and the most sublime of all activities.  I have and have had for many years a little plaything, a toy, something I like… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 25

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 24 – Tuesday after 4th Sunday of Lent To Read: ‘Sometimes’, said Anna, ‘growed-ups make kids have bits of glass.’ ‘Why would they want to do that?’ I asked. ‘So they can make the kids do something they want them to.’ ‘You mean frighten them?’ ‘Yes.… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 24

Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna Day 23 – Monday after 4th Sunday of Lent  To Read: [Note:  here and later ‘bits of glass’ refers to the pieces of a kaleidoscope that Anna used to base her thoughts on] Mister God most certainly enjoyed it, but then Mister God didn’t at all mind making… Continue reading Finding our Middle – 40 Days with Anna – Day 23

Plant patience in the garden of thy soul!
The roots are bitter, but the fruits are sweet;
And when, at last, it stands, a tree complete,
Beneath its tender shade the burning heat
And burden of the day shall lose control-
Plant patience in the garden of thy soul!