thelongnow

We’ve just returned to France having spent the weekend running PRAYERhouse at Youthwork the Conference in (wet & windy) Eastbourne

We arrived at the venue friday morning and were shown to our ‘room’… a uber-warm, windowless dressing room in the bowels of the theatre underneath the stage (very noisey during sound checks)

after removing the chairs, ladders, music stands and other theatrical parafinalia we set to work creating a simple ‘black & white’ themed prayer room with newspaper blackout prayers, fridge-magnet-poem prayers and a white neon cross amongst other things (pics here)

[matt]

at Rising Brook this morning…

told the ‘Bless story’

shared our ‘Long adventure’

got some stage time

sold ALL our jam & chutney

made new friends

caught up with older ones

still part of the family

blessed

We leave France early tomorrow morning via the eurotunnel (first time) for a little tour of the UK…

Haywards Heath, Stafford, Birmingham, Stourbridge, Stoke, Telford, Eastbourne

Looking forward to catching up with friends and family, eating curry, seeing baby palmer, german market in brum, youthwork conference and selling our homemade jam & chutney

M

here’s a little computer sketch i did of Bethanie in microsoft word

using it for our new Long adventure autumn update

(facebook me if you want to recieve it)

This afternoon I was freezing and had a headache and had had a really crappy unproductive morning. Feeling sorry for myself I made some tea, put on a hat and scarf and went outback to sit on a bench in the winter sun and watch the world go by.

Within minutes a tractor went down the lane to the neighbouring farm. Next thing I know the herd of cows I was watching on the hillside went wild; mooing at the tops of their voices and galloping towards the tractor at top speed.

Cows run funny! And sound funny! They sound like they’re in pain at times…

I laughed out loud (to myself) at the noises coming from behind the treeline.

Selah.

Suddenly I realised that it didn’t feel so cold. My head seemed clearer and the day didn’t appear to be so bad after-all. With my new found lust for life, I seized the moment. I rinsed my teacup, wired myself to my MP3, put on my green mittens and went for a bike ride.

Whizzing along french country lanes. Up and down hills. Crisp, cold wind hitting my beetroot face. Heavy breathing. New Biffy Clyro. Blue skies. Winter sun. Perfect.

M

Photo: Jonathan Cherry