Thursday, 31 January 2008

For a Rainy Day....Try your hand at a Sestina....

Fed up with Sudoku ? Bored rigid with Daytime TV ? Lost your Rubik's Cube ?
Read all the Catherine Cooksons, Maeve Binchys and John Grishams on the bookcase ?
Try composing this form of prose-poem : You work around six words folded in upon themselves every stanza ; and then finish it off with with three lines conatining the six words.

A Sestina Generator can be found at
to ensure you get the correct order.

A sestina or sextina is a highly structured poem consisting of six six-line stanzas followed by a tercet (called its envoy or tornada), for a total of thirty-nine lines. The same set of six words ends the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time; if we number the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the second stanza's lines appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and finally 246531. This organization is referred to as retrogradatio cruciata ("retrograde cross"). These six words then appear in the tercet as well, with the tercet's first line usually containing 1 and 2, its second 3 and 4, and its third 5 and 6 (but other versions exist, described below). English sestinas are usually written in iambic pentameter or another decasyllabic meter.

The sestina was invented in the late 12th century by the Provençal troubadour Arnaut Daniel.

Stanza 1: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Stanza 2: 6 1 5 2 4 3

Stanza 3: 3 6 4 1 2 5

Stanza 4: 5 3 2 6 1 4

Stanza 5: 4 5 1 3 6 2

Stanza 6: 2 4 6 5 3 1

Tercet: Variable.

Look At This example by Raw Emotion [Kitty Hunter]

Entranced by the rhapsody that I did greet
within your eyes, I did entreat to piece together the mirror
that reflected my soul so well, only to believe
such a venture would leave me still
unsatisfied, until I could fulfil the promise
to meet your gaze and therefore paint our destiny.

Yet so affronted were you by this destiny
I offered that you did ensure that I could not believe
in your depths – where I was parched still
you revealed shallow waters. Enraged I shred the mirror
of my dreams to try to evade myself and greet
the darkness, but I was weakened by my unsung promise.

Those who remain unrectified by a vow still
attempt to beautify all else that they promise;
not as foolish as I are those who greet
such a spellbinding symphony with all destiny –
I, too naïve, did rely on the fortunes of my mirror
and not in the self in which I believe.

Somehow I am saddened that my mirror
did not reflect the aria and did not proceed still
to portray my true self, indeed, I longed to promise
my heart and soul to you, but perhaps if I believe,
I will not be broken by these games of destiny
And will instead be able to myself greet.

Orchestras that are silenced by a swallowed promise
lose all rhythm in the face of destiny,
breaking the needless and tainted mirror
that we would otherwise use to greet
ourselves. But even in light of such things I believe
that I truly belong by your side still.

And yes, it is painful for the heart to believe
in hollow voices that echo and do not greet.
The one who survives such a marred destiny
will be finally fulfilled by the true promise –
and I, who will keep faith in you still
will await for you to become my true mirror.

Though I feel a tremor in this air between us,
I am undaunted of such a hapless future
because the stars have shone since I met you.

Whoops ; sorry this is a bad example : Because the envoy is wrong ; the six words should be within the last three lines in whatever desired order...
e.g. No , hang on a second....

Here's a challenge : You write an apposite envoy !!
three lines , iambic pentameter, containing the words :
believe, greet,still, promise, destiny, mirror...

New Formalist poetry is becoming mega-trendy !!!!,,1870719,00.html

The Ecclestone Square Summer Fete...

We Sing it - But do we reflect upon it ?

1.Pange lingua gloriosi
Corporis mysterium,
Sanguinisque pretiosi,
Quem in mundi pretium
Fructus ventris generosi,
Rex effudit gentium.

Of the glorious Body telling,
O my tongue, its mysteries sing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,
Which the world's eternal King,
In a noble womb once dwelling
Shed for the world's ransoming.

2. Nobis datus, nobis natus
Ex intacta Virgine
Et in mundo conversatus,
Sparso verbi semine,
Sui moras incolatus
Miro clausit ordine.

Given for us, descending,
Of a Virgin to proceed,
Man with man in converse blending,
Scattered he the Gospel seed,
Till his sojourn drew to ending,
Which he closed in wondrous deed.

3. In supremae nocte coenae
Recumbens cum fratribus,
Observata lege plene
Cibis in legalibus,
Cibum turbae duodenae
Se dat suis manibus

At the last great Supper lying
Circled by his brethren's band,
Meekly with the law complying,
First he finished its command
Then, immortal Food supplying,
Gave himself with his own hand

4. Verbum caro, panem verum
Verbo carnem efficit:
Fitque sanguis Christi merum,
Et si sensus deficit,
Ad firmandum cor sincerum
Sola fides sufficit.

Word made Flesh, by word he maketh
Very bread his Flesh to be;
Man in wine Christ's Blood partaketh:
And if senses fail to see,
Faith alone the true heart waketh
To behold the mystery.

5. Tantum ergo Sacramentum
Veneremur cernui:
Et antiquum documentum
Novo cedat ritui:
Praestet fides supplementum
Sensuum defectui.

Therefore we, before him bending,
This great Sacrament revere;
Types and shadows have their ending,
For the newer rite is here;
Faith, our outward sense befriending,
Makes the inward vision clear.

6. Genitori, Genitoque
Laus et iubilatio,
Salus, honor, virtus quoque
Sit et benedictio:
Procedenti ab utroque
Compar sit laudatio.

Glory let us give, and blessing
To the Father and the Son;
Honour, might, and praise addressing,
While eternal ages run;
Ever too his love confessing,
Who, from both, with both is one.

V. Panem de caelo praestitisti eis.
R. Omne delectamentum in se habentem.

Oremus: Deus, qui nobis sub sacramento mirabili, passionis tuae memoriam reliquisti: tribue, quaesumus, ita nos corporis et sanguinis tui sacra mysteria venerari, ut redemptionis tuae fructum in nobis iugiter sentiamus. Qui vivis et regnas in saecula saeculorum.

R. Amen.

V. Thou hast given them bread from heaven.
R. Having within it all sweetness.

Let us pray: O God, who in this wonderful Sacrament left us a memorial of Thy Passion: grant, we implore Thee, that we may so venerate the sacred mysteries of Thy Body and Blood, as always to be conscious of the fruit of Thy Redemption. Thou who lives and reigns forever and ever.
R. Amen.

St Francis de Sales : Ninth meditation

On the Choice upon you between Heaven and Hell.


1. Place yourself in the Presence of God.
2. Humble yourself before Him, and ask His inspiration.

1. Imagine yourself alone with your good angel in an open plain, as was Tobit on his way to Rages. Suppose the Angel to set before you Paradise, full of delights and joys; and on the other hand Hell, with all its torments. Contemplate both, kneeling in imagination before your guardian Angel. Consider that you are most truly standing between Hell and Paradise, and that both the one and the other are open to receive you, according to your own choice.

2. Consider that the choice you make in this life will last for ever in the next.

3. Consider too, that while both are open to receive you according to your choice, yet God, Who is prepared to give the one by reason of His Justice, the other by reason of His Mercy, all the while desires unspeakably that you should select Paradise; and your good Angel is urging you with all his might to do so, offering you countless graces on God’s part, countless helps to attain to it.

4. Consider that Jesus Christ, enthroned in Heaven, looks down upon you in loving invitation:
“O beloved one, come unto Me, and joy for ever in the eternal blessedness of My Love!”
Behold His mother yearning over you with maternal tenderness—
” Courage, my child, do not despise the Goodness of my Son, or my earnest prayers for thy salvation.”
Behold the Saints, who have left you their example, the millions of holy souls who long after you, desiring earnestly that you may one day be for ever joined to them in their song of praise, urging upon you that the road to Heaven is not so hard to find as the world would have you think.
“Press on boldly, dear friend,”
—they cry.
“Whoso will ponder well the path by which we came hither, will discover that we attained to these present delights by sweeter joys than any this world can give.”

The Choice.

1. O Hell, I abhor thee now and for ever; I abhor thy griefs and torments, thine endless misery, the unceasing blasphemies and maledictions which thou pourest out upon my God;—and turning to thee, O blessed Paradise, eternal glory, unfading happiness, I choose thee for ever as my abode, thy glorious mansions, thy precious and abiding tabernacles. O my God, I bless Thy Mercy which gives me the power to choose—O Jesus, Saviour, I accept Thine Eternal Love, and praise Thee for the promise Thou hast given me of a place prepared for me in that blessed New Jerusalem, where I shall love and bless Thee for ever.

2. Dwell lovingly upon the example set before you by the Blessed Virgin and the Saints, and strive to follow where they point you. Give yourself up to your guardian Angel, that he may be your guide, and gird up your courage anew to make this choice.

Stanzas of the soul that suffers with longing to see God.

I live, but not in myself,
and I have such hope
that I die because I do not die.

1. I no longer live within myself
and I cannot live without God,
for having neither him nor myself
what will life be?
It will be a thousand deaths,
longing for my true life
and dying because I do not die.

2. This life that I live
is no life at all,
and so I die continually
until I live with you;
hear me, my God:
I do not desire this life,
I am dying because I do not die.

3. When I am away from you
what life can I have
except to endure
the bitterest death known?
I pity myself,
for I go on and on living,
dying because I do not die.

4. A fish that leaves the water
has this relief:
the dying it endures
ends at last in death.
What death can equal my pitiable life?
For the longer I live, the more drawn out is my dying.

5. When I try to find relief
seeing you in the Sacrament,
I find this greater sorrow:
I cannot enjoy you wholly.
All things are affliction
since I do not see you as I desire,
and I die because I do not die.

6. And if I rejoice, Lord,
in the hope of seeing you,
yet seeing I can lose you
doubles my sorrow.
Living in such fear
and hoping as I hope,
I die because I do not die.

7. Lift me from this death,
my God, and give me life;
do not hold me bound
with these bonds so strong;
see how I long to see you;
my wretchedness is so complete
that I die because I do not die.

8. I will cry out for death
and mourn my living
while I am held here
for my sins.
O my God, when will it be
that I can truly say:
now I live because I do not die?

January 31st - St. Marcella of Rome, Widow (RM)

Died August 410. Saint Marcella met Saint Athanasius when she was a child and
was enthralled by his stories of Egyptian ascetics. She married to please her
mother, but was widowed seven months later. Thereafter, the Roman patrician
refused the marriage proposal of Cerealis, the consul, uncle of Gallus Caesar.
Instead, she turned herself to works of charity and her palace on the Aventine
Hill into a center of Christian fellowship. Around her formed a group of noble
ladies desiring to live a life of austerity and asceticism. These included her
ward Principia; Marcellina, elder sister of Saint Ambrose and Saint Satyrus;
Fabiola; Asella; Lea; and Paula with her daughters, among others. Marcella
served as a fine example for her spiritual daughters: she abstained from wine
and flesh; spent her time in pious reading, prayer, and visiting the churches of
the apostles and martyrs; and never spoke with any man alone.

Marcella welcomed Saint Jerome upon his arrival in Rome, and he remained with
her for three years guiding this monastery/school for devout, aristocratic
ladies in the study of the scriptures, prayer, and almsgiving. Marcella was a
woman of intellectual ability, and not afraid to confront the masterful Jerome.

She was tortured by the Goths under Alaric who looted Rome in 410. They tried to
force her to reveal the location of her wealth, which she had long ago given to
the poor. Marcella withstood her own scourging but begged them to spare her
pupil (not her daughter) Principia from outrage. She was released but died
shortly thereafter in the arms of Principia from the effects of this treatment.

Saint Marcella corresponded often with her spiritual director, Saint Jerome, who
answered her questions about spiritual matters and referred to her as "the glory
of Roman ladies." Eleven of his letters to Marcella survive

Monday, 28 January 2008

ok the last meme for a while....

1) Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews?
Well I hate to sound racist but it would have to be the 'Great American Novels' that everyone who's anyone 'has to have read' : Moby Dick, The Old Man and the Sea , The Great Gatsby, Walden etc - Boy have I tried !!! But it's like swimming through tar.... Please don't get me wrong - there are hundreds of wonderful american authors - it's just when it comes to classics I do not believe it can loosen the sandal of contemporaneous European Literature.
But there is one book I have vowed vehemently to never read - Ulysses !!!

2) If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon tea, a night of clubbing, perhaps a world cruise), who would they be and what would the event be?
Father Zossima from Dostoyevsky's 'The Brothers Karamazov' ; [bit obscure] The Lady Polgara from the David Edding's 'Belgariad/ Malloreon' fantasy novels ; Hercule Poirot. As for the circumstances ? Absolutely anything the Universe could throw at us...

3) (Borrowing shamelessly from the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde): you are told you can’t die until you read the most boring novel on the planet. While this immortality is great for a while, eventually you realise it’s past time to die. Which book would you expect to get you a nice grave?

Ulysses !!!!????

4) Come on, we’ve all been there. Which book have you pretended, or at least hinted, that you’ve read, when in fact you’ve been nowhere near it?

Dostoyevsky's 'The Idiot' ; I raced through Crime & Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov , but this one just kept slipping ; I found every excuse to put it down....

5) You’re interviewing for the post of Official Book Advisor to some VIP (who’s not a big reader). What’s the first book you’d recommend and why? (If you feel like you’d have to know the person, go ahead and personalise the VIP).

Fiction : Depending upon the person I'd recommend one of the three main A.J. Cronin's : The Citadel , The Stars look Down or The Keys of the Kingdom - why ? because they are probably some of the easiest and most engrossing to read ; and they teach one great lesson - the bravery and humanity and unfairness inherant within human existence....Then I'd thrust I Claudius , The Daughter of Time, followed by Crime & Punishment then Brideshead Revisited , Ivanhoe, David Copperfield or A Tale of Two cities upon them , getting them ready for War and Peace !!! For a train journey some Chesterton Essays and one of the half dozen brilliant Agatha Christies

Non Fiction ? A Good History - probably an AJP Taylor ,or an Antonia Fraser or even Tom Holland's 'Rubicon' or something of that ilk.If they wanted a classic - what's better or more easily readable than Thucydides' "History of the Pelopponesian war" ?

6) A good fairy comes and grants you one wish: you will have perfect reading comprehension in the foreign language of your choice. Which language do you go with?
Chinese. I'm so ignorant of their millennia of excellent storytelling....

7) A mischievous fairy comes and says that you must choose one book that you will reread once a year for the rest of your life (you can read other books as well). Which book would you pick?
Well I always have my Gibbon's 'Decline & Fall of the Roman Empire' close by ; and my 'Introduction to the Devout Life' and 'God and Intelligence in Modern Philosophy' [Fulton J Sheen] close by...
So I would have to say it's my G.K. Chesterton combined: 'Heretics/Orthodoxy/The Everlasting Man'
If it was fiction it would be 'The Books of The New Sun' by Gene Wolfe or 'The stone and The flute' by Hans Bemmann
But I must confess the Book I never tire of reading snippets from is Malachi Martin's "Vatican" [shocking I know - slap hand!]

8) I know that the book blogging community, and its various challenges, have pushed my reading borders. What’s one bookish thing you ‘discovered’ from book blogging (maybe a new genre, or author, or new appreciation for cover art-anything)?
Father Elijah - not a bad book - shame on the ending though !!!

9) That good fairy is back for one final visit. Now, she’s granting you your dream library! Describe it. Is everything leather bound? Is it full of first edition hardcovers? Pristine trade paperbacks? Perhaps a few favourite authors have inscribed their works? Go ahead-let your imagination run free.

A Gazebo between a forest and a lake - with dozens of winding paths going in all directions - glass ceilinged but cool and crystal clear - wooden panelled walls , stained glass windows , big plush green leather armchairs - the smell of lemon balm in the air, with perpetual supplies of coffee and cheese on toast/ham on toast - debussy or slow mahler/sibelius/bruckner softly playing in the background - a huge central wooden circular desk on which to take notes or access the internet- no overhead or wall lighting - everywhere to be lit by a multitude of lamps - plus a good supply of the best audio books where one can merely rest and Jeremy Irons reading Brideshead, Basil Rathbone reading the Oscar Wilde fairy tales... Stephen Fry reading Wodehouse...If this is a fantasy I wouldn't mind a robot who was programmed with all the thoughts of every Doctor of the Church - to answer my questions while I slowly plodded through the Summa....and if the robot was able to recite poetry from at least a century ago ? all the better...

Sunday, 27 January 2008

...and another Meme.

Sorry dudes , dudettes and non dudally specifics but I will not be tagging people, simply because I cannot ; tag me all you wish but , and I don't know if you've noticed, I am not a member of the blogging community like the rest of you who meet up, attend this , that and the other together...I don't know anyone !!! To be honest this tagging lark is a bit inadvertently thoughtless - especially for those on the periphery who feel left out enough as it is .

I stack shelves, come home, look after the kids, read, type a bit at my PC and sleep...

what's more certain bloggers have made it quite clear that my face doesn't fit in certain circles ; and God bless them for their candour ; I'm sorry that I'm not a professional or a cleric or a rich lay busybody who's interested in maniples and gothic arches or conjugating latin verbs or which archdeacon is the second cousin to which monsignor; but what the hey - I'll keep doing what I do....and they can do what they wish.
God bless them but some of us do feel pretty isolated ; yet we're all on the same side...

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).

2. Open the book to page 123.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the next three sentences.

5. Tag five people. [reluctantly and regrettably ignored]

It was plain to Percy Pilbeam that whoever was doing it was of the female sex, which is celebrated, when on the telephone, for never allowing the party of the second part to get a word in edgeways. He noted the slow drooping of his companion's jaw and the look of dismay that came into his eyes. An able diagnostician , he had no difficulty in deducing that Biff was being properly told off by some unseen lady friend, and if he had had a heart, it would have probably bled for him.

[P.G. Wodehouse "Frozen Assets"]

Another belated meme I didn't get round to doing.....

Well for the first week I was called David, but whether my name Paul had anything to do with the amount of grief the Pope was getting when I was born [25th July 1968 - the day Humanae Vitae was published] changed my mum's mind to name me after His Holiness ? Who can say ? Nevertheless by the time I was Baptized ten days later I was Paul.

Friday night in pain while the blood was dripping over my face [split my head open] last film I cried to was 'Happy Times [Hotel]' - A MUST SEE FILM!!!

well I don't really write much anymore - it's pretty small but very neat after an hour's breaking in - my teachers liked it so I suppose so yes.

Carver Ham - on hot buttered toast.

Three - Jamie 14, Rowan 12 , Jonathan 11 [plus 2 in heaven [Nicky miscarried twice]]

Yes. I may want to ram my head in a tv set but I'd still love me, ask me if I knew the answer to something, or come to me in a crisis for advice , I may not like me a lot - but I'd love me.

Yes, I'm british for crying out loud !

No. They took them out when they removed my adenoids [used to sound like kenneth williams on helium]

No. It's stupid.

Ready brek with two ton of cocoa and sugar in it - but otherwise crunchy nut cornflakes.

Most definitely ! had too many clips around the ear over the decades from my father not to !!!

Surprisingly so - I look a weedy nerdy type but I'm wiry - I always answer using the old line from Spartacus 'I'm strong enough to be weak' but that has a tendency to induce nausea in everyone who knows me.

Mint Choc Chip, or a really good strawberry/ vanilla...

Everything ! I'm one of those sherlock holmes types who notices and assesses hundreds of minutiae within milliseconds - think it might be something autistic but I surprise myself in what I do notice...and what I discern/conclude from it.


My horrendous time-keeping and unreliability ; well that and my inability to get anything right - come to think of it - not much !! I'm a waste of space...

My Gran - my dad's mum - she was everything to me.

White tighty whities - white towelling socks - never wear anything different.

The remains of the crusty loaf with the last dried up chunk of cheese - drowned in coffee.

Ravel's Bolero , started off listening to mahler's 7th [1st movement] but changed it.

Shiny silver

Bleach, Green-tea fabric conditioner, baby lotion, coffee, lemon balm , mince on the stove...

My father about a funeral tomorrow.

DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Of Course I do ; um I can't remember who sent me this...but I like them anyway -

Has been every colour under the sun - is really grey but will be ash brown for the foreseeable future


Steak Pie with Mash - or Shepherd's pie - but no veg or tomato puree [I'm allergic to tomatoes] although I am partial to the odd jaffa cake and cheese on toast is heavenly

South east asian Horror movies frighten the winkies out of me. By Happy Endings if you mean Field of Dreams or Random Harvest happy - yes - if you mean schmaltzy yucky sickly hollywood endings - NO!!! Goodby Mr Chips and Spartacus are really sad endings but they are brilliantly inspiring and make me happy !!

Does a TV movie count ? Ransom for a Dead man - the second columbo starring Lee Grant

WHAT IS THE COLOUR OF THE SHIRT YOU ARE WEARING? White - it's invariably white.

Definitely Winter - I detest the heat

We hardly know each other - I'm an extraordinarily huggy individual - man, woman or goat !!!

FAVOURITE DESSERT - Daft question - it's like asking what's your favourite book - there are too many desserts - each fitting the right mood for the right occasion - I'm british - I love me pudd'ns - ice cream, stodgy sponge puddings with custard, new york vanilla cheesecake, tiramasu, rhubarb crumble , assorted yoghurts and mousses - anything with chocolate in it !!!

The Pope's 'Jesus of Nazareth' ,

Introducing Radical Orthodoxy [various] ,

Hans Urs von Balthasar's "Love Alone is Credible",

Trudi Canavan's 'Black Magicians Trilogy',

Alastair Reynold's 'Chasm City',

Justina Robson's 'Keeping it real',

Sergei Lukyanenko's 'Nightwatch' ,

C.J. Cherryh's 'Cyteen' ,

Balzac's 'Lost Illusions',

Hans Bemmann's 'The Stone & The Flute',

Coren's 'Complete Bridge',

Stephen Pinker's 'The Blank Slate'

....and a few Storm Constantine novels .

Oh and I'm reading Flaubert's 'Salammbo' online while waiting for the broadband to work....I'm reading a lot less because I'm supposed to be writing !!!

3D Dolphins - did have Mr Burns but it became too shiny

um...Nightwatch [Russian fantasy] , episode of the IT crowd , episode of the smoking room , Waterloo [Rod Steiger & Christopher Plummer] on DVD, played the QI DVD game, watched a Documentary on the Pharaohs, the great Hong Kong Film 'Infernal Affairs 2', fell asleep watching an episode of House season 4 on the PC - awoke to that dire banal Nicky Campbell religious programme on BBC1 so turned it over to good old Upstairs Downstairs; then Spongebob Squarepants.

The Rolling Stones ; sorry , although I loved George I always thought the Beatles were over-rated [although about half a dozen songs are classics]; and Paul McCartney's musical record ever since seems to confirm my worst suspicions - I never liked John Lennon - I think 'Imagine' is a nasty small-minded song and he just makes me shiver slightly.

Probably Pittsburgh , or maybe Erie or somewhere in Canada - would need to measure it on a map...

DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? An encyclopedic mind, but I've been graced with a really deep empathy that allows people to talk to me about anything....even my worst enemies have used me as a shoulder to cry on. It's a double-edged sword

In St Mary's Maternity hospital in Kettering, which is now a mental institution which probably indicates a lot...I was brought up in Corby until I left for seminary in 1987


The Mystery Man on 3rd April ???

According to Mgr Mark Langham the first of the Cardinal's Catholic Life lectures is to be given by a mystery individual whose identity will not be announced until a few days before the event.

dare we guess it's our 'beloved' ex-Prime Minister ???

I know let he who is without sin cast the first stone...but do we have to be compelled to endure the trite banal heterodoxies of this conspirator in the culture of death too ???

Saturday, 26 January 2008

groan...wasting time taking poxy tinterweb tests...

You Are A Romantic

You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.
Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.
Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.
Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!

You Are a Total Brainiac

You're amazingly brilliant. Some would even say genius.
You're curious, thoughtful, analytical, and confident.

You take on difficult subjects because you want to... not because you have to.
No field of knowledge is too complicated or intimidating for you.

You've got the brains to do anything you want.
It's possible you end up doing everything you want.

You Are 72% Emo

While you may not be completely emo, you have a sensitive, deep, troubled soul.

Your Biblical Name Is...

Hosea Eisig

You will live to see the end of times.

Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Score: 89%

Your Intrapersonal Intelligence is Very High

You've spent a lot of time introspecting, and it's really paid off.
You are comfortable with who you are, and you have a life philosophy that you are happy to live by.
And you're always re-evaluating what you believe. Because you learn something new about yourself each day!

Re: Novel [don't groan please !!]

Although having yet failed to re-compose the lost prologue [my memory seems to have been wiped - sorry it's going to take another few days ] ; I have added a further chapter to the one printed here on a new blogsite ; dedicated to the whole thing [I know it must have disappointed or bored many of you rigid - and for that I apologize because I kinda like it ] anyway if any of you care to read it the address is :

I also had an accident last night - while throwing the shopping in the car all too hastily in the dark I walked into the raised boot door and the corner of it made a massive gash in my skull - the blood flowed like crazy and freaked out the poor women behind the store counter from whom I begged reams of kitchen roll to staunch the blood while I returned home. After a handful of painkillers and awaking to a blood red pillow I attempted to clean the congealed mass that was once my hair - the gash isn't exactly that bad - only two inches long so I don't suppose they would have stitched it had I gone to hospital [I was in a lot of pain and simply could not have faced the many hours waiting in that dire A & E wing]. Anyway sleep seems to have worked wonders - in the past twenty hours I've been awake for only two of them...I'm lucky Nicky and the Kids have gone to her mother's for the day otherwise I'd have had little rest....

Canon Law - The Freedom within....

The law of the Church is liberating, Benedict XVI says: It is the law that makes Catholics free to follow Christ.

The Pope affirmed this today when he received in audience participants of a congress organized by the Pontifical Council for Legislative Texts to mark the 25th anniversary of the 1983 Code of Canon Law.

He stated that "the 'ius ecclesiae' is not just a collection of norms produced by the ecclesial legislator for that particular group of people who form the Church of Christ. It is, primarily, the authoritative declaration by the ecclesial legislator of the duties and rights which are founded on the sacraments and which, consequently, derive from what Christ himself instituted."

The Holy Father quoted a phrase used by Blessed Antonio Rosmini to the effect that "the human person is the essence of law." This, he went on, is something "we must also emphasize for canon law: The essence of canon law is the Christian individual in the Church."

The law of the Church, he added, is an aid to accomplishing its final purpose: the salvation of souls.

"The Church recognizes that her laws have the nature and [...] the pastoral function of enabling her to pursue her final aim which is that of achieving 'salus animarum.' [...] In order for canon law to perform this vital service it must, first and foremost, be well structured," the Bishop of Rome explained. "This means, on the one hand, that it must be linked to the theological foundations that give it its reasonableness and that are an essential sign of ecclesial legitimacy and, on the other, that it must it must adhere to the changeable circumstances of the history of the people of God."

"Moreover," the Pontiff continued, canon law "must be clearly and unambiguously formulated in such a way as to remain in harmony with the other laws of the Church. Hence it is necessary to abrogate norms that have become outdated, modify those in need of correction, interpret -- in the light of the living magisterium of the Church -- those that are unclear and, finally, fill any 'lacunae legis.'"

Benedict XVI reminded the members of the Pontifical Council for Legislative Texts of their duty to ensure "that the activities of those structures within the Church called to dictate norms for the faithful may always reflect [...] the union and communion that are characteristic of the Church."

"The law of the Church is, first of all, 'lex libertatis': the law that makes us free to follow Jesus," he concluded. "Hence it is important we know how to show the people of God, the new generations and all those called to follow canon law, the real bond [that law] has with the life of the Church." This must be done in order "to defend the delicate interests of the things of God and to protect the rights of the weakest, [...] but also in order to defend that delicate 'good' which each of the faithful has gratuitously received -- the gift of faith, of the grace of God -- which in the Church cannot remain without adequate legal protection."

Catholic doctrine and discipline may be walls; but they are the walls of a playground. Christianity is the only frame which has preserved the pleasure of Paganism. We might fancy some children playing on the flat grassy top of some tall island in the sea. So long as there was a wall round the cliff's edge they could fling themselves into every frantic game and make the place the noisiest of nurseries. But the walls were knocked down, leaving the naked peril of the precipice. They did not fall over; but when their friends returned to them they were all huddled in terror in the centre of the island; and their song had ceased.
{GKC 'Orthodoxy' Chapter 9 }

While we're at it - you simply have to listen to this BBC radio programme remembering the greatest TV detective of them all [ Sherlock Holmes & Poirot don't count !!!]

Sunday, 20 January 2008


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Thank you for your Prayers - My Cousin went home to God on Friday morning ; her daughters and sisters at her bedside ; Eternal Rest Grant Unto Her O Lord , and Let Perpetual Light Shine Upon Her; May She Rest In Peace. Amen.