Colour My World
It was a really good day. I enjoyed my conversations with Dean about how Primal fits into a broader Kingdom perspective, and it was good to hear his response to challenges that some others have raised.
It is always good to see Liz and to see her kids. To see that they are enjoying life and things are good.
But I really enjoyed this afternoon. I’m a little puzzled with why.. we haven’t really caught up for a while and whilst we had a great talk on the phone the other week, talking face to face, I felt like I was hogging the conversation with telling my own stories.
Maybe because I was becoming aware of how much I just enjoy their company. Towards the end we stumbled into conversation about theological stuff. The way that the Christ of Faith overrides the Jesus of History, to our detriment in a modern-day Gospel. The inability to separate the Death from the Life of Christ without losing something from each one…
Anyway.. it was refreshing and pleasant to spend some time in that place. It could be some time before I get to enjoy it again, with travel and Christmas getting in the way.. so as a memorial, a standing stone.. I have re-colourcoded my inbox.
I have colourcoded emails from all the invigorating people in my life in varying shades of green to represent the life and energy that they bring me. Now my inbox is full of colour, to remind to treasure these precious moments of lucidity.
Stu, here’s a warning.. there’s a poem coming up.
When you speak, how often I must
listen with baited breath
to hear the thing you might say
next, could be funny or serious
off guard, i tend to spend these moments
and makes me like an addict
for I love the rush of blood to my
head when you make me think
before I speak, so I don’t get it wrong
so I don’t regret, but I live regretting
these moments, precious, few
i spend in awe of you, when Lucidity speaks
it reminds me that there’s something in the
air around us that I’m breathing funny
something makes me come alive
ideas that once were silent fly into
the sky that wakes and blinks in
blue hues that colour everything around us
somehow sharper with your eyes wide open
your voice softly speaking things aloud
where I can hear them, over rush of blood
and thought where they are blooming now
in sunshine of your fertilising mind, strange
how coincidence draws you to new places
where I’ve decided I would share a glass
of wine with you that was old, red wine that
I would usually treasure with someone dear
like you could someday be, you shake me.
to invigorating friends, and thinking that shapes me,
to conversations that are fleeting, but enable me to build a
life around me, it’s enabling me to Live.