Sunday Sermon III

Evening Congregation, 

I've been thinking about what to write tonight. With so little perceived time to just drop these snippets of insight into my complicated mind, I'm finding the writing more and more difficult. Previously, I've free flowed words as they fall into my typing fingers, but I'm now just a little less lucid. When I was leading up to the operation, in hospital, feeling totally broken by everything, it was easier to spend more time thinking about me, where I should be focussing, my thoughts on how to make sure I continue to maintain some form of integrity and emotional stability. Now I'm totally flat out, my head is so full of whatever actions and tasks and journeys I'm imminently about to undertake that pushing it all aside to relax into this writing is more tricky. 

That said, I've had some thoughts on me and my legacy this week. For many years I've said that I'd rather never be forgotten by people. I like to provoke an opinion, as I'm sure you're aware. I really enjoy meeting new people and forging new alliances, but it doesn't always pan out that way. I'm certainly not everyone's cup of tea, and that's the way it is when you want to push boundaries. I guess most people are reasonably cool with me, I certainly build a loyal team. I have a group of friends that I know believe in me. I'd rather keep exploring than work within my comfort zones. No-one ever made strides by standing still. More fool to he who expects the same or even more from doing the same thing time and time again. 

Whatever your opinion, you may not remember the words I used, but you'll remember the way I made you feel. And that's just fine with me.

One Love

Jez

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