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There isn’t a more appropriate phrase in my head to sum up the end of this blog. For the time has come for Hoveactually to be packed up in a box and put on the top shelf of my wardrobe (along with other boxes of memories, letters and the like). It’s been fun but there is a new ship to be sailed and I’m getting ready for that.  I no longer live in Hove for a start and it’s about time I acknowledged that. This blog feels very specific to a time and era, a UCCF Hoveactually kind of an era, and it’s time to be off to pastures new. Time to acknowledge the change.

So much has happened in the last year that it feels odd to carry on with this blog. It seems to mark a very definite period of my life that is coming to an end. I am embarking on a different path and want to reflect that. Life looks very different and whilst I remain Kath the context of being Kath has shifted a little. I’m getting married in 3 months time (exactly to the day) and that has rocked my world (in both senses of that phrase). I’m still working out what that means in my head and I guess switching blogs is a minor part of that process.

I’m still going to write, still going to blog, in a once a week way, over at thepensive. I love writing and having a space somewhere to express thoughts, ideas and pretty things I like. That’s not going to change. The context has. But dear reader, the one that is left after the neglect this blog has suffered over the last 6 months, I invite you to join me in this new context. Come along for the ride.

So there you go. It’s been a blast. See you around.


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Sarah says I should start blogging again, I’m not really convinced of the merits of blogging whilst very spaced out due to being poorly sick. But there you go. What may follow who can tell because my brain seems to be made of wobbly jelly at the moment. Anyways, you should look at this. It’s our church blog. Yey. I’m still not sure I should be calling this blog hoveactually anymore, it’s been nearly a year since I lived in Hove, but I can’t be faffed changing it.

I’ve been in the Lakes for the last week with the aforementioned (love that word) Sarah having a lovely time of reading books, walking up hills and visiting an inordinate amount of tea shops. Good times. Some pretty photos for you:
View over Keswick from Walla Crag

a tree

We did rate all the tea shops on a complex scale of 1-5 including ratings for tea, coffee, cake and general ambiance. This one was my favourite, mainly because it sold tea in pint mugs, also it was just what we needed on a rainy walk in the Lakes, sausage sandwich and a pint of tea. Did I mention that the tea came in pints?


Moment of the holiday was provided by the lovely Liz (on our annual meet up in the Lakes cos she lives too far North to see any other time). We were in a old country house with a new fangled approach to visitors, no National Trust evil red ropes blocking you from going anywhere or stupid signs instructing you not to sit anywhere or breathe near the precious old things. No no. This one had a sign asking you to touch and play the piano. Weird. Liz played some beautiful pretty music and became totally oblivious to everyone else in the house stopping, entranced, to listen. We had a sense she’d made their holiday. They duly applauded when Liz stopped and for the rest of our time there came up to us to thank her and generally gush about her playing. Very entertaining and strangely moving.

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Yes. Yes. Yes.

(I know, lazy ass blogging, but there’s a lot going on right now)

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1st of the month

This is genius…

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I’m currently pondering the content of blog posts and the wisdom of disclosure in such an abstract context. (can you tell I’ve been to L’abri recently?) I think the answer is more thinking, ‘why I am posting this?’, before I post. More questions such as: Am I communicating something I should really communicate to an actual person instead? Am I disclosing too much? Do I love the control and impersonality of this medium a little too much? Am I writing to impress? Am I writing to chastise someone I should really just talk to?

Posting here can build relationship or quickly become an idol factory, it can be creative or create a weird version of me. There are dangers and joys to using pretty much anything I think. But you know, I still love this space to plonk things I love, quotes I like and wibbly random thoughts. But I need to be wise. I find that hard. So. With more care. Blogging resumes. (Even if it’s just to give Mum something to read in the day..) Watch the pretty video. Watch.

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“But alas! These my golden expectations have been like the south sea dreams.  I have lived hither to a poor sinner, and I believe I shall die one.  Have I then gained nothing?  Yes I have gained that which I once would rather have been without – such accumulated proof of the deceitfulness and desperate wickedness of my heart as I hope by the Lord’s blessing has, in some measure, taught me to know what I mean when I say, ‘behold I am vile!’  I was ashamed of myself then, I am ashamed of myself now and I expect to most ashamed of myself when he comes to receive me to himself.  But oh!  I rejoice in HIM that HE is not ashamed of me!”

John Newton

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Get hold of this. It’s pretty much the best book understanding depression and it’s affect on your head. The illustrations are brillant as are the one line simple explanations of what goes on when black dog comes to visit:

“When the rest of the world seemed to be enjoying life, I could only see it through the black dog” (illustration of someone with sunglasses shaped like black dogs.)

“Activities that used to bring me pleasure suddenly ceased to.”

“He liked to wake me up with very repetitive, negative thinking.”

The authors story is here.

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