write something nonsensical, surreal, silly.

[fleamailman]

the goblin appreciated that post very much, saying "...at times I just want to read someone's posts and forget myself by it, other times I want to face the slot here once more, but either way then, the more I encourage people to write in their posts too, the more they do so and thus the more I am rewarded by their replies, as I for one, see little difference between the creature that jumps out at me from a page and the creature that relates itself through its posts, for they both enthral me so

 

[brinny]

the goblin is up early...

 

[brinny]

i was gonna rant, then decided not to...

 

[brinny]

*wonders if the slot is friend or foe*

 

[brinny]

the goblin appreciated that post very much, saying "...at times I just want to read someone's posts and forget myself by it, other times I want to face the slot here once more, but either way then, the more I encourage people to write in their posts too, the more they do so and thus the more I am rewarded by their replies, as I for one, see little difference between the creature that jumps out at me from a page and the creature that relates itself through its posts, for they both enthral me so

brinny does this ---->

 

[fleamailman]

the goblin is up early...

("...up at 06h30 each morning..." replied the goblin, in bed at 11h30ish, the body at my age just becomes set in its ways)

the goblin, in moments of weakness was annoyed often enough with himself for either his irretrievable past and those declining prospects, saying "...well, at best one can lay these ghosts of the past to rest for a while turning one's thoughts elsewhere, while taking each day as it comes, but honestly, if anyone has ever voiced "growing old is letting go" then let that person grown old now, for who lets go that which they can no longer touch, for whatever those memories are they'll live within one for the rest of one's days, till either death or memory loss intervene, oh yes, one has to be very brave in an old age that seems like a minefield of memories just there for the walking across..."

 

[brinny]

brinny hopes the goblin is well.....

*gets ready to listen to J Vernon McGee*

 

[brinny]

 

[fleamailman]

("...I like that one brinny, btw do you know a poem called hight flight..." asked the goblin)

Modern day witches
Ah but I too, have slipped beyond this Earth
And formed those things that reason brings
Onward I've typed and joined a tumbling mirth
Of cascading codes -- and made a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- revealed and stored and strung
Ever on this black screen. Typing here,
I've raced my thoughts along, and flung
My heart at goals where others pier
Of birth, these children of a coded .bat
Who, if they could, would laugh and say:
"Well thanks but isn't it funny that
Man has his maths where God has clay"

-fleamailman-

 

[brinny]

("...I like that one brinny, btw do you know a poem called hight flight..." asked the goblin)

Modern day witches
Ah but I too, have slipped beyond this Earth
And formed those things that reason brings
Onward I've typed and joined a tumbling mirth
Of cascading codes -- and made a hundred things
You have not dreamed of -- revealed and stored and strung
Ever on this black screen. Typing here,
I've raced my thoughts along, and flung
My heart at goals where others pier
Of birth, these children of a coded .bat
Who, if they could, would laugh and say:
"Well thanks but isn't it funny that
Man has his maths where God has clay"

-fleamailman-

can't say that i have...

the goblin is reminding brinny of echoes of a C S Lewis, of sorts.

 

[brinny]

....brinny keeps in mind that many times she is writing of herself, and of the unexpected twists and turns this journey has taken...

Father thank You...

...that it is not needful for us to understand Your infinite-ness and how You weave Your delicate, yet powerfully sure grace into the recesses of hearts, minds, and souls that may appear to be "un-reachable". Weren't we all, every single one of us, and yet, there it was, Your inexplicable grace, coaxing us, breaking down fortressed barriers, glaringly fierce "No Trespassing" signs. Yet You dared to come, seeking where no man dare trod. For it was that barely audible cry You heard, that breathed out "Help me" before sinking in the mire, forever.

Thank You for doing so here, Father. For intervening as only You can do. Father continue. And Thank You for loving each one of us, and hearing our barely audible cries, and coming to seek and find us. Who else is there? Continue, Father. We need You desperately, in the name of Jesus, amen.

 

[brinny]

"...hey don't drown before the boat sinks..." a line the goblin replied wondering if he was really saying that more for himself than for his mother on hearing her death-wish, somehow the worse moments was when she half knew, dementia ebbed away at her in waves of more and less awareness, and that awareness sometimes brought on despair, "...after all, you're looking so much better than last week...", "...am I...", she raised her hand toward him "...of course..." taking the hand firmly "...but you must drink more liquid that's doctor's orders..." voiced the goblin sensing that she was over it or had forgotten it already

*brinny ponders silently*

 

[fleamailman]

("...ah now, the posts where I mention my mother are those in the past..." replied the goblin, thinking brinny was getting more confidence now, the pictures were good, the returning to subject, adding "...just that they need both airing and editing and this thread and your company are perfect for that...")

dad drives as the sight of gates of Mortaldumpsted's hospital were passed though, his mother had been there for some time now, her leg perhaps had mended but could it be trusted to take weight, besides, would her balance hold, these things tried the goblin who, after rubbing his hands in alcohol, greeted his mother who recognized him as family, one of her sons perhaps, and there the goblin siting on a chair recited those daily lines that repeated themselves "...the garden is looking wonderful, the snowdrops and out and just waiting for your return....", lies, white lies but to hell with the truth now accepted the goblin who continued "...are you going to sweep the path, you'd like that wouldn't you..." his mother would says words of agreement but they were no longer the right words, just those roundabout near words with a smile that meant she understood and, with that over, the goblin set to feeding her liquid, testing the plastic mug of tea for heat and passing her the spout to drink from, "...more tea then...", the doctor had told the goblin that hospital wards are very dry places and the more she drinks the better, "...bit more then...", ".... a chocolate then...", "...there, you've nearly drank it all...", "...all gone now..." phrases like words reminding him of childhood, his, or his children's that is, and with that the visit was nearly over, save to sit by the bed for a while longer, later, having asked the nurse for the news the goblin would return home where, looking out from the sitting room, he gaged the skyline for the weather and the approaching storm, and then happened to look down at the huddled snowdrops "...ah my little white lies..." he whispered to himself, knowing that this strange association had grown permanent

 

[brinny]

kindness supersedes "white lies" whispered the huddled snowdrops...

 

[brinny]

 

[fleamailman]

the goblin was thinking that the slow financial indebtedness swallowing the system today that is turning most people into weaponless soldiers fighting for their own survival now, simply any job trust against the background of an ever looming demographic upside-down pyramid, was fast becoming a thing of the past, if it wasn't past already, "...understandable isn't it, where people both live longer and have fewer children too, the resulting equation is hardly rocket science to notice..." ventured the goblin at it, continuing "...and yet most people still want to believe that is otherwise, as do the money markets too, propped along by ourdearmedia of course where they place such faith in "green shoots", and "turnarounds" but the equation just laughs at them, as the fundamentals remain unchecked and continue in their downward trend...", strangely, in writing this post now, the goblin had suddenly remembered an observation he had made almost thirty years ago now, explaining "...well it was a simple conjecture at that time too, simply I had thought that in a communist system finances were its undoing, whereas in a capitalist one demographics were, and yet, at that time, I was only really sure about the first part, but sadly today, being quite sure about both, I feel it's best to write this post as some passing comment upon it..."

 

[brinny]

The Invitation - YouTube

we have a gifted brother here on CF named Aaron Syrdahl,
under the username CRNative, who sings this song
that describes our Abba's heart, exactly.

"I tell you the truth, whatever you did for
one of the least of these brothers of mine,
you did for me." ~ Matthew 25:40​

 

[brinny]

how beautifully clear the sky was today....the sunset awesome...

and there it is...

my star! right outside my window, like a diamond embedded in the darkest blue velvet.

God, my Abba is good. 'Tis good to be alone with Him, and be still, and meditate on His goodness and the riches He bestows on us till they overflow, and spill out onto others, blessing them as well.

When i was walking home from the store earlier, just as the sun was setting, a woman asked where the Blue Code Shelter was. I gave her an idea of where i thought it might be, and then, before she walked off, i called out to her and gave her what was in my pocket. Only wish it was more.

I believe in angels unawares, and that these messengers from God come in the most unlikeliest of forms.

Our Abba is good. He blesses me beyond my ability to express it.

(re-posted from March, 2010)

 

[brinny]

....a chilly, breeeezy, havin' to close the window even-tho-i-don't-wanna mornin'.

 

[brinny]