My first impression of the scenes from the southern states amidst the devastation were along the lines of well that’s ‘Fat America’ for you, screaming for food and water after two days, I also thought there was no dignity in these people as there always seemed to be when watching pictures of starving Africans.

(Why is it we always see these awful pictures and still do nothing, or very little??)

But then, after watching a few news reports and searching various other information sites, it appears that the fat and the rich were able to get out, get away from the centre of the storm.

As usual it was the poor who were left behind, those who did not have transport, could not afford to move, did not have access to all the information and what else can you expect, but looting and scared mothers screaming for food and rescue, because living in the shadow of the rich for so long these people have been liberated and rejected in the same breath.

This mornings office reading was James 4:13 to 5:6.


Long time no blog

Been all over actually in the past month. To Scotland for two weeks, then one week at home in North Wales, then a week of moving. Basically driving up and down the A470 with our stuff.

I wish I could say this has been an enlightening experience, but actually it was just dead boring!

except for the lovely tea and bacon sandwiches from Nigel’s cafe half way!!


Strange that I should be reading from a Islamic Mystic at this time. Seriously though, we (those of us who do care how our fellow travellers are treated) should all read a bit of Islamic material – beats a lot of the the trashy Christian stuff I get to read. Not sure what it is about it, just seems so sincere.

Anyway, Rumi.

One Morning while working in Bangor, the Chaplain (John) had been doing Zen as usual and had left a note on the desk… Is there a God? Well I replied with some quirky remark now lost in the depths of recycling, but yesterday while reading Rumi came up with a far better answer.

Why should I seek? I am the same as
he. His essence speaks through me.
I have been looking for myself!

Rumi Selected Poems PENGUIN CLASSICS 2004