Today has been gray and rainy - and is often the case in August, the temperature has dropped: the air is fresh and crisp. Snow is not too far up in the mountains. But no complaints, the gardens have been parched, and with the rain, the grass and the trees are a fresh green.
I am working through my long list of things to do, but am not getting very far with the Malawi report. The Association for Haiti is set up, the postal account opened, I've met with disenfranchised clergy: Paul Holley and John Beach. For the latter, I don't bother to go over the past, I will never know exactly what went down in the discussion between him, Roy T and Maree. No point bothering about it, but I am putting things in writing now.
Lunch with John Bingham; I've set up a meeting tomorrow for him to meet Christian Guillermet. Perhaps something fruitful can come out of that for both of them.
Adrian has left - Keith is relieved, so am I. He is loosing the plot, as others seem to be as well....
Where has God been in my life today? In the ease with which we set up the association today together with someone from Emmanuel Church: no strangeness, no hard feelings, just the wish to get on with things; with Shauna sending in her proposals this evening for the music; with John^s friendship. In Keith's smile - for the moment he seems happier and better balanced. Let us hope that this is the way back for him.

Weak links and strong links

Now that I have started writing lists every day of what I should do - not because I am organised, but because otherwise I will forget, I realise how many balls I have juggling in the air. I wanted to write down everything I do to compare with my initial daily list, but I couldn't even find the spare paper to do it.... Pathetic in a way.....
I am desperate to finish the Malawi report before leaving for the UK on Monday so that I can leave my beloved laptop here and really take a break (even from blogging and writing). But I haven't even started really writing yet, so I can see another week-end going in the bin....
Where have I encountered God today? In Maree over lunch, in John while we both commiserate over the Bishops (CoE) Open Letter, in Olaf when he comes home late this evening, miaowing in the bushes along the railroad line across the road, in Keith while we go shopping together. Olaf now lies contentedly next to me on the sofa - this room is our together room.
Over lunch I tell Maree about the appalling behaviour Kenneth Kearon has exhibited. She is very angry. I keep on thinking that the negative reactions I get from others like Roy T, John Beach or Kenneth Kearon are due to the fact that they are looking for a weak link. Maree makes me aware of the fact that it may well be the opposite: they are reacting viscerally to a strong link. More to think of as I prepare to meet John Beach tomorrow on my turf in my office. By that time the Association for Haiti will have been set up.