Tempus fugit. A lot.

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There is a line from Dark Side of the Moon’ that goes: ‘Then one day you find, 10 years have got behind you’.

I’ve just realised that it is around 3 years this week since I had my leaving service from being a Methodist minister in a regular church appointment. My local friends tell me I am ‘defrocked’; I’m still very much ‘frocked’ (although mostly in pantomime).

I don’t know what I imagined on that day: we still had nowhere to live (that is a long and painful story & one reason why I still don’t preach regularly), I had no model of what the future looked like, it was nearly 20 years since I last had a contract of employment and I had no live model of what spirituality looked like outside of being a rev within a church.

3 years later and I’m still standing: sometimes that has been ‘just standing’ and sometimes it has been ‘thriving’. Mostly it has been somewhere in the middle; often a mix during the same day.

In the next few days, I’m going to do a bit of thinking out loud about what these 3 years have meant. Once thing I have learned, however, is that change, huge change is possible and I never thought it would be for me. Most of us spend a huge amount of time, energy and money trying to fight it off and ultimately we can’t. At best, it makes you feel more ‘alive’: the highs are higher and the lows are lower than you’ve ever felt.

Nothing is sacred. Perhaps because of that; everything is sacred- even the bits that you’d prefer to skip.

Friday Music

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I am gradually working my way through all my old vinyl records. I can stand in the back room of our old house and iron to my heart’s content whilst listening to music I bought from the ages of 11 (I had impeccable taste even back then…)-24 whilst doing the ironing. When you are 49, that is as good as it gets.

I haven’t listened to Pink Floyd in years, but I can still remember the feeling I got when I first bought The Wall: great excitement- albums used to do that to you- magnified by the realisation that there were 2 albums to listen to.

To some, they became bloated rock behemoths, but I still think this is a very fine album(s).Even after 25 years of not listening to it in its entirety, I still know all of the words and still play air guitar to this one.

Working in mental health, listening to large parts of it feels like the day job, mind…