Showing posts with label Blackwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blackwood. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 October 2010

Field of women

One of the great things about Blackwood is having a cenotaph and a little lawn in front of the Uniting and Church, and just beyond the roundabout.
The pink crosses there for today are for women who have died of breast cancer.
They are also having a 'spa and relaxation' day with lots of engaging things to do. Good attendance.
In the midst of all the traffic (traffic never ends) our litlle community Corowood Choir sang "You raise me up" and "What a wonderful world", both inspiring and appropriate songs for such an occasion.
I dragged myself out of my sick bed (horrible flue stuff and cold sores to boot) to try and sing, but I am afraid I was cracking on anything above a D.....as I was trying to warm up in the shower I realised what a difference having just a little bit of training means. Then youngest S Clark was in a similar predicament two recitals ago, but she managed to hold to the notes even though her throat was like gravel.
Ahhh to be young again.


Monday, 5 July 2010

Good thing

It was a good thing to hear Tim Costello at one of our local churches last night. The CEO of World Vision Australia was congratulating the local Blackwood community for last year's support of the 40 Hour Famine and inspiring us for this year's (see the You Tube clip below)
Whilst the worship was nothing like my cup of tea (despite the younger S Clark leading the worship team and the youngest S Clark singing alongside her) Costello spoke gently and persuasively. It was in fact good to be allowed to hear him, a Baptist minister, address the Gospel; so often he has to speak in a secular context that ti was good to hera him preach.
He spoke about Luke 8:26-39. An exorcism story in which Jesus casts out a whole lot (legion) of demons into a herd of pigs who then career into the sea of Galilee. Almost worthy of Monty Python!
I found myself wondering how he was going to connect it. His point. It is not until we go over the other side, and prick the bubble of our sheltered lives that we even begin to understand these complex problems.
His point being that the 40 Hour Famine (as tokenistic as it might be) goes a little way to prick the bubble. An interesting and, I thought, helpful point.
It was also good to see the young Greens' Senator Sarah Hansen-Young there and have a little chat with her. I'll tell you about that in the next blog

Thursday, 2 November 2006

Rain, rain go away!

Driving back across the roundabout at 8.10 a.m. this morning the automatic sprinklers had turned on. I don't know what was worse.....sprinkler watering is supposed to stop at 8 a.m. or the fact that it had been raining!
Even more mind blowing is trying to work out whether the roundabout is odd or even numbered (since it is slap bang in the middle of the road)....and we are on an odd & evens water restriction regimen.
Any way, a very red-faced council worker was heading towards the perilous centre with wrench in hand. I haven't been back to check if he was successful.