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@ My favourite park so far – Greenwich, London


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May 31, 2018 at 8:08 pm

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No Chances

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But, for a Christian, there are strictly speaking, no chances. A secret Master of the Ceremonies has been at work. Christ, who said to the disciples, ‘Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you’ can truly say to every group of Christian friends ‘You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another. ‘ The Friendship is not our reward for discrimination and good taste in finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to each the beauties of all the others. They are no greater than the beauties of a thousand other men; by Friendship God opens our eyes to them. They are, like all beauties, derived from Him, and then in good Friendship, increased by Him through the Friendship itself, so that it is His instrument for creating as well as for revealing. At this feast it is He who has spread the board and it is He who has chosen the guests. It is He, we may dare to hope, who sometimes does, and always should, preside. Let us not reckon without our Host.

The Four Loves,
CS Lewis

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February 3, 2018 at 12:05 am

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Perspective II

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Humility is not thinking less of yourself,

but thinking of yourself less.

CS Lewis

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November 19, 2017 at 3:46 am

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“There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.”
“I’m not afraid of failing. It’s just that I don’t know how to turn myself into the wind.”
“Well, you’ll have to learn; your life depends on it.”
“But what if I can’t?”
“Then you’ll die in the midst of trying to realize your destiny. That’s a lot better than dying like millions of other people, who never even knew what their destinies were.”

The Alchemist

I am wandering distractedly through a shopping mall with my violinist friend, Ursula, who was born in Hungary, and is now a leading figure in two international orchestras. Suddenly, she grips my arm: “Listen!”
I listen. I hear the voices of adults, a child screaming, the noise from televisions in the shops selling electrical appliances, high heels clicking over the tiled floor, and the inevitable music that is played in every shopping mall in the world. 

“Isn’t it wonderful?”
I say that I can’t hear anything wonderful or unusual.
“The piano!” she says, looking at me with an air of disappointment. “The pianist is marvellous!”
“It must be a recording.”
“Don’t be silly.”
When I listen more intently, it is clear that the music is, indeed, live. The person is playing a sonata by Chopin, and now that I can concentrate, the notes seem to hide all the other sounds surrounding us. We walk along the walkways crowded with people, shops, bargains, and with things which, according to the announcements, everyone has, except me and you. We reach the food hall, where people are eating, talking, arguing, reading newspapers, and where there is one of those special attractions that all malls try to offer their customers.
In this case, it is a piano and a pianist. 
The pianist plays two more Chopin sonatas, then pieces by Schubert and Mozart. He must be around thirty. A notice beside the stage explains that he is a famous musician from Georgia, one of the ex-Soviet republics. He must have looked for work, found all doors closed, despaired, given up, and now here he is in this mall.
Except that I’m not sure he is really here: his eyes are fixed on the magical world where the music was composed; his hands share with us all his love, his soul, his enthusiasm, the very best of himself, all his years of study, concentration and discipline. 
The one thing he appears not to have understood is that no one, absolutely no one, has gone there to listen to him; they have gone there to buy, to eat to pass the time, to window-shop, or to meet friends. A couple of people stop beside us, talking loudly, and then move on. The pianist does not notice – he is still conversing with Mozart’s angels. Nor has he noticed that he has an audience of two, one of whom is an extremely gifted violinist and is listening with tears in her eyes.
I remember going into a chapel once and seeing a young woman playing for God, but that was in a chapel and made some kind of sense. Here, though, no one is listening, possibly not even God.
That’s a lie. God is listening. God is in the soul, and in the hands of this man, because he is giving the very best of himself, regardless of whether or not he is noticed, regardless of the money he gets paid. He is playing as if he were at the Scala in Milan, or the Opera in Paris. He is playing because that is his fate, his joy, his reason for living.
I am filled by a profound sense of reverence and respect for a man who is, at the moment, reminding me of a very important lesson: that we each of us have a personal legend to fulfill, and that is all. It doesn’t matter if other people support us or criticize us, or ignore us, or put up with us – we are doing it because that is our destiny on this earth, and the fount of all joy.
The pianist ends with another piece by Mozart and, for the first time, he notices our presence. He gives us a discreet, polite nod, and we do the same. Then he returns to his paradise, and it is best to leave him there, untouched by the world, or even by our timid applause. He is serving as an example to us. Whenever we feel that no one is paying attention to what we are doing, think of that pianist. He was talking to God through his work, and nothing else mattered.

Like The Flowing River

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October 7, 2017 at 12:55 am

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September 13, 2017 at 11:24 pm

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Park Güell








Sagrada Familia





Mount Tibidabo 


Barcelona city view from Tibidabo
















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September 12, 2017 at 8:54 pm

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Without Thinking

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“See, you don’t have to think about doing the right thing.
If you’re for the right thing, then you do it without thinking.”

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings,
Maya Angelou

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April 19, 2017 at 11:07 pm

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