Nothing (much) To Report

In my delvings into early Christian history, I still haven't learnt why it's Good Friday. Well, I do know, but why name it a good day when your beloved lord was executed in a typically sadist Roman fashion?
Maybe a more enlightened person could fill me in on this small matter.

I can't view this time of year via Christian eyes/mindset. I go back to the pagan ways, yes, I'm leaning that way again but with a slightly different way of thinking.

Did you know that hot cross buns are essentially pagan? Like so much of the other symbols and paraphernalia of Easter.

They were originally symbols of pagan rights and the crosses on the top marked the four seasons of the year and the four points of the compass.

Festive spiced cakes where known to the Greeks & Romans, and the church, doing what they do best, adopted the tradition to fit their own needs.

Centuries ago, it was believed that if someone went on a long journey, a hot cross bun nailed to the beam of the door would bring them back safely. Something of an insurance policy, a lot cheaper than today's policies, but I don't think it would be quite as usual in an emergency.

I have to name and thank my local newspaper for this bit of trivia. They don't know about this though.

Ah, the depression has lifted. I think it was the lack of sleep that was causing most of the problems.

But now there is something to be very cheerful about.
At last! It's coming! Just hope it isn't a huge let down

The film!

I feel quite miserable.

I could directly blame the rather tragic ending of book I was reading till late last night, and the lack of sleep I then experienced but it's more than that. I feel a deep emptiness inside. I knew it was always there, it's just been opened up a little more by my reaction to the book. Don't know why this book has effected me so deeply, it's only fiction after all.

Then I read an email from a friend, which should have made me feel better, but it opned up the hole a little more. This isn't just the usual self-pity that grabs me from time to time, "Oh! Woe is me!", and all.

Emptiness, loneliness, lost, alone. I can feel it, it's not just thoughts in my head. It's a very tangible sensation.

I can't blame hormones, although I'd like to. Hey! Maybe the ol' depression is finally reappearing, my old friend. I'm not going back on those tablets. Or maybe it's a lack of sleep. Or the fact I haven't seen a friendly face since before Christmas. Or perhaps it has something to do with not having left the house for more than a couple of hours over the last few months. Or possibly the lack of my usual weekly alcohol-filled Friday night of watching crap, but not caring about anything, is to blame.

It's probably eveything. If I say anything to anyone, if anyone would actually listen, I'd get the same old reply, that of: I need to get out, release myself of the situation that I'm in, or it would be a mumbling of recognition of what I'm feeling, but nothing will change. Not here. Someone will have to die before anything changes.

Maybe I'll just read the third installment of the trilogy, and hope that the end will be something that lifts me up, in some way.

BTW, the book in question in is The Subtle Knife, from the His Dark Materials series.

I feel I should say something. If for no other reason than to inform anyone who reads this that I'm not dead. Which migh upset someone.

Today is St. David's Day, if you didn't already know. Or Dewi Sant as he's known in some parts. I have nothing better to say on the matter, not after reading this:

Happy St David’s Day everyone! For those who don’t know who St David’s is and why it’s happy that it’s his day READ ON!
St. David is the patron saint of Wales, in the words of Wikipedia "David contrasts with such other national patron saints as England’s Saint George, in that relatively much is known about his life" Or as I’d translate it "David contrasts with such other national patron saints as England’s Saint George, in that he actually did stuff with his life and wasn’t just made up to impress the French ladies". He setup a bunch of monasteries, denounced Pelagianism and when he preached to a load of people and some couldn’t hear him properly he made the ground he stood on rise up. Possibly. That or he asked them all to move over to a hill so he could shout down at them. Frankly I think the latter is more impressive as it shows common sense and an ability to get Welsh people to move. Kudos to St David!

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