This is just a note to say that this site is now retired. I’ll leave it online for reference purposes, but it’s all over bar the singing. For more from me over the coming weeks and months, come and visit my newish site, simonjcross.com which will become home to more content as things move ahead.
I’ve been thinking quite a bit recently about the great power of belief. It’s a subject which continues to intrigue people from a variety of walks of life – from priests to playwrights.
So my plan is to write a short series of blog posts over the next few days about the subject of belief, which will cover the following subjects:
Belief and the believed
Belief and the unbelievable
Belief and the believer
The reason for all this is that I’m of the opinion that belief is utterly fundamental to the way we all live – I am not talking about belief in the supernatural particularly, although for some people that is obviously important. Rather I’m talking about the things we all believe to be real – and base our lives upon, this digs in to politics, and of course economics particularly.
Belief I think is all about the power of ideas, and I am hoping to engage with that notion a little bit, although I expect this stuff will only come alive if some of you interact with me, either here or on facebook, twitter or some other space which we believe to be real.
For your reading pleasure, you can expect the occasional reference to Peter Pan, The X Files, and Terry Pratchett, besides the occasional bit of philosophical nonsense.
So – coming soon, ‘Belief and the believed’ – see you on the other side.
The Byrds had it right, for everything there is a season.
They were right about the turning thing too.
Of course they nicked the idea from Ecclesiastes – fair play to them. Most days I’d rather listen to them sing about it, than read the book itself (shameful I know).
But there are certainly seasons in life, I’m in one right now, a season of work and busy-ness, as well as the seemingly perpetual angst over where we are going to live next – we’re getting turfed out of our new house by the landlords (Church of England) who want to install somebody else (clergyman). No the irony is not lost on me.
Anyway, for those who aren’t aware, I started working for a website called Christian.co.uk in January, I’m the news editor, although right now I’m doing more feature writing than anything else – here’s one you might enjoy if you like musical whimsy, and here’s another if you’re interested in trends in Christian spirituality.
So, what with mounting work commitments, I suppose naturally enough I fell in to a kind blogging sabbatical, particularly as the dreaded facebook (so long resisted, with such futile results) now seems to fulfil the need for short inane posts about life. However, I’ve really missed blogging – and I now have a plan to return to this blog, with regular posts on subjects which generally get no traction on short form places like Facebook.
Starting this week then, you can once again expect missives from my slightly cluttered, but nonetheless interesting, desk in the spacious study of a soon to be vacated Grimsby parsonage. What would encourage me is if you can comment, share interesting articles and so on. I appreciate I probably don’t do the same for you, but hey – I’m one dimensional.
For those who have noticed, I haven’t been blogging much recently.
The reasons for that are manifold, I had slowed my blogging down in the latter part of 2011 anyway. But then as the new year dawned, two new work contracts swung into place, (it’s never one thing at a time is it?) and my work life rhythms changed.
While the new work is welcome, and is to a great degree just what we needed, it has also seen me end up with a degree of existential angst, as it changes the whole structure of my day, and therefore my general way of viewing life.
That’s not to say change is necessarily bad, in fact I tend to welcome it. But change is also difficult to manage, and requires new neural pathways to develop, my brain is already well trodden.
One of the new contracts I have, which will be revealed eventually – honest – requires me to write every day, and this too has sapped the need to keep a blog as an outlet for writing.
But there are things I cant write about anywhere else, and for that reason, if that alone, I will be back blogging sometime soon, just so long as my neural pathways can cope with the new right to roam policy.
So yeah, in case you were wondering, I’m not dead.
I havent been blogging – you may have notced. However, sadly that does not mean I have been soaking up the rays of golden sunlight on my allotment, rather I have been working.
I’ve also been planning – I may have mentioned that I am back on twitter – this time by the handle of @numonastic, I’ve also been asked to set up a twitter stream for world horizons, which is up if not running as @whorizons.
In order to avoid the addictive productivity sapping interface whic ensnared and then upset me last time I used twitter, I’ve been beavering away on a suitably productive twitter plan. This involves me writing the majority of my tweets in advance, and scheduling them using twuffer, which is a very good tool. I’ve just written a dozen or so twitter haikus for a start.I will also post random ‘fresh’ tweets when I feel like it.
I’m also planning to take a more planned approach to this blog, which will mean (hopefully) better content… watch this space, but don’t hold your breath.
The holidays are upon us, children have taken over the flat – I fear for my life.
Having just packed my mum off after having her here for a few days – I plunged into a day full of meetings today, ah – restful 😉
One of those meetings involved a bit of a trek out of town, which I did on my bike, however due to a slight navigation error I took a bit of a detour, on foot, round a ploughed field. Sigh.
And having just committed to a full day of interviewing on Thursday, I find myself with only Tuesday and Wednesday to get all the work done that I need to before the weekend, I’ll be travelling down to Wales on Friday.
Doesnt sound like a lot of time to get a lot of stuff done, but its amazing what can happen in a short amount of time. One things is for sure, I’ll not be on the allotment this week, happily though I was there for a few hours on Saturday, which was superb. I threw myself with alacrity into sorting out my herb bed, which was looking a bit neglected and weedy, a good session with the hand fork sorted it out though, an unfortunate side effect was the rather large and painful blister in the centre of my right hand, which swelled up to such a degree that I couldnt come close to closing my fist this morning – that makes cycling a touch difficult I may point out.
I took measures. I now have a scab instead – infinitely preferable.
Really I shouldnt be blogging right now, I should be working, grasping at the straws of time before it disappears altogether, but what can I say? I’m a fool to myself.
See you at the weekend maybe… I’ll try to get a blog in before then, might even try to make it about something, instead of just a few hundred words about nothing.