I was having flashbacks and bad memories last night when I went to bed, the diocese and their police.
I am awake at 5am, feeling no better.
The sun is thinking about rising, but what is the point in a sunrise?
6am. Well I pulled out of the groggy state and walked down to the shore with my cup of tea. I was surprised but not too surprised that other people were out and about.
I did a sunrise photography session.
I am more worried than ever about my friends, my friend texted me yesterday, she has had another seizure. I feel so helpless and so far away.
I seem to have lost my stalkerstats, if you have seen them, one from Hampshire, the other from Essex, please return them.
11.30am.
Well after waking early, I ended up asleep again between 8and 9am. The problem is, my body and brain like their routine and their set amount of sleep, which is a lot.
I dreamed an interesting dream, I was at the General synod, and it was being held at a place with a very nice pool, with pillars.
There were men and women waiting to be consecrated as Bishops, they were sitting on a bench, wearing an array of coloured shirts with dog collars. But although I had heard that Bishops were to be consecrated, I hadn't realised that these were the candidates, until, the Dean of Jersey came along, he muttered hello to me, and I realised it was him when he did, and he rounded up these Bishops-in-waiting and took them somewhere the other side of the pool to be consecrated.
I wanted a picture of the event so I was climbing a pillar with my camera and accidentally disturbed the Jersey dignitaries in doing so, and fell about laughing helplessly.
I woke from that funny dream and realised. Women Bishops are the ideal way of the Church dealing with it's shortage of Bishops. Bishops are hard to find these days :) Hence Tim Dakin.
6am. Well I pulled out of the groggy state and walked down to the shore with my cup of tea. I was surprised but not too surprised that other people were out and about.
I did a sunrise photography session.
I am more worried than ever about my friends, my friend texted me yesterday, she has had another seizure. I feel so helpless and so far away.
I seem to have lost my stalkerstats, if you have seen them, one from Hampshire, the other from Essex, please return them.
11.30am.
Well after waking early, I ended up asleep again between 8and 9am. The problem is, my body and brain like their routine and their set amount of sleep, which is a lot.
I dreamed an interesting dream, I was at the General synod, and it was being held at a place with a very nice pool, with pillars.
There were men and women waiting to be consecrated as Bishops, they were sitting on a bench, wearing an array of coloured shirts with dog collars. But although I had heard that Bishops were to be consecrated, I hadn't realised that these were the candidates, until, the Dean of Jersey came along, he muttered hello to me, and I realised it was him when he did, and he rounded up these Bishops-in-waiting and took them somewhere the other side of the pool to be consecrated.
I wanted a picture of the event so I was climbing a pillar with my camera and accidentally disturbed the Jersey dignitaries in doing so, and fell about laughing helplessly.
I woke from that funny dream and realised. Women Bishops are the ideal way of the Church dealing with it's shortage of Bishops. Bishops are hard to find these days :) Hence Tim Dakin.
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