Sunday, February 18, 2018

Facebook meets McFinkle...


It's been said that just as video killed the radio star, Facebook has killed the blogger.  True as that may be ‘McFinkle’ has decided to develop a presence on the aforementioned social media site.  It’s hoped that from there we will be able to lay the bait so that increasing numbers of people will visit and enjoy the site. It is also hoped that through the Facebook page forewarning of new projects and up and coming articles will be released so that you won’t miss any treats. 


Talking of which did you know we now hope to have guest writers contribute on a Monday such has been the response? So go on jump over to our Facebook page (Hit orange text for link) and give us a 'like'. Onwards and upwards…

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Be my guest...


A good mate of mine and I meet regularly to sit in front of the tele to burp, scratch and eat as we catch up and have a good bit of banter.  To be honest I normally give him the lion size share of the stick whilst he tries to get a word in edge ways.  Every now and then we will agree a challenge and one of the more interesting ones we have agreed to is to try and get some written work published by a going concern.  This doesn’t have to be by a proper publishing house just somewhere professional and so your grannies blog is not counted.  The alluring prize for the first to achieve our goal is an exciting £10 book voucher from Amazon!

In researching this fete I stumbled across two well respected blogs who were asking for guest writers and to my surprise they not only liked my submissions but they published them.  One reflects on how youth work has changed since the 80’s and the other about mask wearing.  Whilst they don’t count as they are not going concerns they have served as a great warm up gig. Here they are (links above):

 Youth work


So why am I telling you this?  Well it’s my turn to open my blog to you the readers and for you to get the fingers typing…  If you have an idea contact admin@mcfinkle.com  with your proposal - it should be no more than 200-400 words and can be about anything as long as decencies are kept.  One last thing, it must be of interest to more than you lol.  During the week I opened the opportunity on Facebook to guest write on my blog and was pleasantly surprised by not only the uptake but by the ideas that came forward.  Hopefully we are all in for a treat

Thursday, February 15, 2018

A Brimful of Asha (on the 45)...


Ever wonder what that song title meant?  So did I!  To be honest this all too catchy tune kind of annoyed me back in the day… but more later! Like an old fashioned DJ I seamlessly link to the fact that in a few months’ time I’m coming to the ripe old age of 45. So at this point in my life is the glass half full of half empty?


I reflect on my history like most people I guess.  I have had seasons that I have loved, alongside chapters that I didn’t and which are tainted with regret and disappointments.  One of the darkest chapters you could entitle ‘Obese with anxiety’.  Throughout my life anxiety has consistently harassed me and claimed ground it didn’t own.  To compensate I drew comfort and friendship in food.  This was not a friend and he didn’t come alone.  With it came obesity and over recent years has come health issues. I regret not fighting anxiety harder, not keeping more ridged boundaries and I guess not having more respect for myself and my body.  Truth is but I was often lost like a rudderless ship in the dark of night.

Recently a number of events have made me think, does this chapter have to be open ended?  Can this chapter not know closure? 12 years ago I started this blog as a way to record my journey towards victory. 410 posts later I am still doing battle.


Getting back to ‘A brimful of Asha’, Asha means ‘hope’ and hope I still hold. My big mate ‘Puff Daddy’ has recently got me to return to Slimming World. For a few months now I’ve wanted to drift but like a tug boat he has been gently nudging this ship back on course and hopefully one day we will arrive into harbour.   His patience, support and the occasional kick up the rear has inspired me, underlining how important friendship is.


God has graciously poured new light onto this darkness and I believe I am now better equipped than ever to move forward.  From today onwards I want a new chapter to start and this old one to finally end and end for good.  I want more adventures in every sphere of life, I want to holistically stretch, breathe and grow.  So here’s to 45, may it bring with it a new song and may the Lord restore to me that which has been stolen or damaged.

Monday, February 12, 2018

The attack of the Turk…

Early last October I decided to grow a goatee.  For me it’s the first time that I have ever grown any type of facial hair and so wasn’t really sure what to expect or if I would like it.  Recently I’ve been watching a lot of masculine TV.  You know the type of thing, Ice Road Truckers, The Road to Hell, Orange County Choppers and a like.  Surprisingly inspired by some of the face furniture on show there I thought let’s give it a go.  What have I to lose?  After all I’ve had the same look since I was 16…

4 months later it had got out of hand and after a weekend of itching and munching on the beard I nearly decided to shave it off all together!  There can be nothing more disgusting than the texture and feeling of the beard getting caught up in your curry as you chew.



A couple of friends recommended a Turkish barber in Francis Street, Newtownards and so having the day off I decided to give it a go.  This was always going to be an uncertain experience as my face cuts easily, and I was concerned how would he shape it?  Would I end up looking more like George Michael? Terrifying…

Well to cut a long story short 15 minutes later and a tenner lighter the job was done.  As expected my skin didn’t like it but to be honest I do.  Bobby the beard has lost a little hard earned length however it’s a lot more comfortable and it’s here to stay to Easter where we will review things again. 

What do you think?

Tuesday, February 06, 2018

I know what you did last summer...

Last summer I decided to follow an urge I had for adventure.  Now I mean adventure with a small ‘a’ I don’t mean the likes of swimming the channel or walking across Europe.  Not having a track record of anything like this the inspiration had come from Alastair Humphreys, his mini films and book ‘Microadventures’.  With a growing sense of frustration at reading and not experiencing I decided to bite the bullet and plan an outing under the stars. 


I had very little equipment and so I used my birthday money to buy a decent rucksack and bivvy bag. (A bivvy bag is as it sounds, a bag to place over your sleeping bag so that you don’t need a tent to stay dry). I wanted to stay local and to test Humphreys theory that adventure is right on your door step.  So a friend and I packed our rucksacks and walked to the shore side literally a half mile away from the road, found a spot and set up camp for the night.


Enjoying our little stash of treats, we talked and watch the sun go down and as darkness fell we were captivated by the stars and the ships as they went up and down Belfast lough.  The beauty amongst the silence was amazing as I drunk in all that was around me.  The smells of dusk as all the flora and fauna stopped for a rest whilst the sea lapped against the rocks was hypnotising.




Sleep was in short supply as the canopy of stars above us kept drawing my attention. To waken at dawn with a yacht sailing a couple of hundred yards away from us was such a delight.  As we munched on our breakfast and guzzled down our hot tea I knew I had experienced something special.


We packed up and headed off to rendezvous with a local group of open water swimmers known locally as the ‘Donaghadee Chunky Dunkers’. As we swam, the previous night and its fatigue washed away.  This is what I had longed for; a journey out of the humdrum and into nature.  Inspired further I am planning to do more of in the spring.  This time we will head to the mountains, bring a tent and swim in a lake.  Adventure is my friend, who knew?

What could adventure look like in your life...

Saturday, February 03, 2018

Hidden in plain sight...

February has arrived in through the door and to my joy has brought with it some sunshine.  As I stare out to sea from my study I reflect on the friend nature is. As I watch the whites of the waves and the gulls as they surf the wind it sooths my soul and with it comes the call to explore.  The call to get out there and to enjoy beckons me.  To take the time to digest a slice of it, to savour the various smells it freely gifts us and the sounds it gently provides.

Gilbert Lennox Photography

One of my favourite moments over the past few weeks was to enjoy the majestic sound of many birds tweet as they came to rest in a tree and prepare for the evening ahead.  I was leaving a friend’s house and rushing on to my next appointment but the sound remained with me and has echoed inside me since.  It speaks to me of the danger of living exclusively in and amongst my own busyness.


How often have you heard people grumble about pace of life, the stress of the job and the demands of family?  All of which are valid comments but what if nature is here to help?  What if stepping out into creation even for the briefest of moments is to engage in some much needed holistic therapy. Your body craves a little stretch, your lungs some fresh air and your mind some silence, solitude and sanctuary.  A small walk including time spent sat on a park bench might just be the respite you so badly long for.  Sometimes life doesn’t have to be complicated, get out and be renewed and restored!

Friday, November 03, 2017

The Imperfect...

About 18 months ago I decided that I wanted to read something a little different.  I was having a rummage through the ‘Christianity Today’ website when I came across an article listing the books that they had recently awarded prizes to. The book in question that caught my eye and wallet was this one:

 Buy the book now...


As I started to read this book I began to question whether it was worth the author attempting to write the book in the format of a novel.  However as I delved deeper I began to embrace the format and cherish his writing style.  The book is broken into four segments;

Part 1 – The Calling We Pursue
Part 2 – The Temptations We Face
Part 3 – Reshaping Our Inner Life
Part 4 – Reshaping The Work We Do

Each part is then broken into 3-4 shorter chapters, which I have to say I love.  An author with a tendency to write long chapters can often leave me having lost the will. My favourite part of the book was where he underlined the mental and philosophical temptations those who serve face.  Do these 4 chapter headings resonate with you?  “Everywhere for all”, ‘Fix it All’, “Know it all” and ‘Immediacy’? It hit such a chord with me that I wish I had of read it before I arrived in my latest post.  I spent 20 years saying that I would never work in a church only to find myself doing just that for the past 4.  As I read it it was like someone was taking scissors to the multiple webs of disconnected thinking I found myself embroiled in.

Now you may be thinking that since you don’t work for a church this book wouldn’t be for you – you would be wrong!  I would recommend this book for anyone serving in a church no matter what their role or employment status is.  This book would be ideal for the newly appointed elder or deacon as much as it would be helpful for the willing church volunteer with aspirations towards growth and maturity.


An interesting book with both a reflective and at times poetic writing style I would heartily recommend it!


Monday, October 30, 2017

Moving from the page to reality...

Last year I read my first book of John Bevere’s entitled ‘Good or God’.  I loved it so much that I bought a few friends a copy and even give my own copy away.  This revelation is a thing that some may find surprising as giving any book away doesn’t come easy to me. What can I say, I am a book hoarder…

John Bevere has an open and direct style as he refuses to sugar coat his words.  As I read his challenging content my heart frequently gives a deep groan of agreement. As it does my mind ponders on which behaviours need to change and compromises rescinded. As I return to read his next chapter it has often been an act of discipline as I know what it took to process and deal with what he had written in the previous one.



Obedience and unhealthy compromises have been a theme to my recent conversations with God.  Its quotes like this one, another of John Bevere’s from his latest offering ‘Killing Kryptonite’ that haunt me. 

‘Worship is not some slow, beautiful song; it is obedience.  No matter how we ‘perform’ in church, if we do not obey God in our daily lives, we are not worshipping Him’ John Bevere.

Another author I have been reading recently is John Eldredge.  I struggle with some of his gender generalisations in the early chapters of his book ‘Wild at Heart’ however the last half of the book offered so much help I can manage to overlook them.  



The second book I read of his this year is the lesser known ‘Walking with God’ and I have to say it’s probably one of the best I have read on the subject of hearing God’s voice in many years.  It’s a helpful read full of practical and easily applied suggestions.  It is also a real eye opener and when I place both books together they have really complemented each other and held a challenge I couldn’t easily dismiss. Both authors of the aforementioned books have had a significant impact as they challenge compromises and encourage radical obedience within me.

One of the bigger shocks came as I applied some of John Eldredge’s teaching to my own day to day life.  He points out that often we have struck agreements with ourselves and the enemy which aren’t God honouring and in fact need broken.  These agreements aren’t always complex and deep and in fact I have found that in my case some are exactly the opposite.  Yet having been hidden in plain site I have allowed them in my ignorance to have a detrimental and on occasions crippling effect.  

An example of this that I would give is with my health as for the past 2 -3 years I have been suffering from chronic fatigue.  It’s been going on for so long and has left me so confused I no longer know when I am genuinely tired or am looking an out from doing something. Generally speaking compared to 3 years ago my productivity is way down.  As I read ‘Walking with God’ it challenged me to audibly pray, breaking any agreements I have made whilst rejecting that which is having a negative impact upon me.  One day a few weeks ago after lunch a heavy fatigue fell upon me; with quite a hefty to do list I then opened myself to another unwelcome guest – anxiety.  Literally as the fatigue and nausea rolled over me I had two options.  I could literally buckle under it or reach for the tool my reading had given me.  In desperation and frustration I prayed audibly.  ‘In the beautiful and strong name of Jesus I commanded fatigue to leave me I embrace the restoration my King is offering.’

‘In the beautiful and strong name of Jesus I commanded fatigue to leave me I embrace the restoration my King is offering.’

Audibly I accepted his love and declared my openness to receiving anything and all that he had for me.  Still feeling rubbish but with all the faith that I could muster I pushed on into the work and found that God in His faithfulness provided.  I worked for four hours at my desk completing more work than I aimed for and had energy enough to start cooking the tea.  I was to my shame literally shocked at the impact my prayer had had.  From that point on both my wife and I have been speaking out in prayer,  breaking agreements we have come across and the results have been a true blessing.



In closing I return to the theme of obedience.  Living with agreements and compromises can become all too quickly our norm, then morphing into some kind of perverse comfort blanket.  The longer we have held them around us the more we refuse to let them go eventually holding on to them for grim death.  The truth is but whilst holding on to that blanket are you refusing to declare and live by the truth that you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you. (Philippians 4:13) In your state of deception are you refusing to leave your comfort zone and serve?  What God honouring and pleasing adventures are you being robbed off? (Ephesians 6:12)

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Listening...

Podcasts are something I use quite a lot to help put me to sleep or to entertain me when I can’t… I used to joke with fellow insomniacs that I had found a prescription for sleep that was simple, cheap and yet effective.  It was three 15 minute podcasts from Joyce Meyer and sleep would come naturally.  This is somewhat unfair and I’m definitely not calling her boring.  Truth is I have benefitted a lot from Joyce’s teaching over the years but the principle stands… by the time 45 minutes have pasted I’m have normally arrived in the land of nod.

Recently however listening to podcasts seemed dry and somewhat boring.  Slightly panicked I wasn’t sure what to do.  I have listened to 8 hour YouTube videos of the dawn chorus and at times this works but not recently.  I needed something new!


 I use Instagram quite a lot and I follow quite a few adventure type people.  One whose name escapes me now had a photograph of the top 12 books he had listened to recently through Amazon’s app ‘Audible’.  Now my mate, David Morrison is a big fan of the audible book and encouraged me to experiment, an idea I have so far resisted. I thought without admitting it to him, I would have a quiet look. As I looked at Audible they offered three months free membership and three free books.  Inspired by how my other mate, Simon Woodward who often uses and benefits from these kind of free offers, I took them up on it.

My first purchase was the book of adventure ‘Dare to Do’ written by Sarah Outen charting her journey round the globe using only a bicycle, a kayak and a row boat. My second was the novel “The Life of Pi” by Yann Martel. I’m not sure what it’s like but I’ve heard it’s good. It was cheap and a bit different for me so what’s to lose!



I am two chapters in to Sarah’s book and I love it.  She writes fantastically well.  I picked her book because this week I came across and was inspired by a few of her video podcasts, particularly the one on mental strength.  What she advises remind me of a number of bible verses I’ve been meditating on of late.  I wonder if you can see them in what she says… Anyway maybe you want to try audible books; if you do try it let me know what you think! Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Monday, October 09, 2017

Through the Keyhole...

I am an armchair fan of adventure… the evidence is all around.  If an episode of “Through The Keyhole” took a look around my gaff they would find all sorts of gear, books and even the odd DVD that would suggest I’m a person of action. They would conclude the resident is an outdoor type.  Currently but that would be an illusion.

Then the presenter would then take a look at my bookshelves.  They would look at the titles, authors and covers and would be led to the conclusion that the owner would not only be interested in adventure but also be an activist interested in church work, social justice and mission.  In the cold light of day but could this also be described as an illusion?

Now perhaps some of you may say, Peter you are being a bit harsh!  Don’t get me wrong, I am interested in the outdoors and I am interested in faith based mission.  In my head I am definitely an adventurer.  I’ll even go further and confess that my daydreams and night dreams are increasingly pulled in that direction.  I gaze lustfully at travel films on youTube, listen to colourful podcasts of people doing courageous things for God and somehow allow that to be where it rests.

However I am increasingly dissatisfied and I want more…


Last night a very talented fella spoke in our evening service.  He talked about church being about three things.  1. Worship 2. Fellowship and 3. Mission.  Accurately so, he give the analysis that we focus almost solely on the first two and almost completely ignore the third.  I could hear the audience chuckle as he described conversations between church members about the music being too loud, too old fashioned or too not in some other way to their liking.  I heard the gentle laughter as he said that we had boiled fellowship down to the right sized traybakes that were to die for.  However whilst I found it entertaining too I couldn’t help but wonder if the laughter was one of nervous discomfort as people seen the truth in what he was saying.

In the same way that I have assigned intellectual allegiance to adventure of all sorts but rarely done any I wonder if the Church worldwide has done the same to mission.  Imagine if 25% of the worlds church strapped their boots on and got their hands dirty, what would it look like?  Whilst it could be travelling across continents to engage in adventure spiritual or otherwise that’s not my immediate focus. I mean here at home in your town, community or street.

Deep down I believe we all secretly desire the life of adventure, to accomplish things beyond what we thought possible and to know that one’s time is counting for something.  However to do that we must move past mental consent and into action.  To travel beyond the inspirational and into reality. When and on what are you going to start?

Friday, July 21, 2017

The vine that chokes...

From early spring as my health began to improve I started a journey. It’s a journey that I have embarked on many times before but often returned to my starting point having had a failure of courage.  With each step this God accompanied journey reveals more clearly to me the amount of self-limiting lies and agreements I have made with myself about myself. Here are examples of a few that I have chosen to reveal but there are many more:
  • I am not good enough
  • I have not enough energy
  • My dreams are just dreams
Even as I write this I feel the pain and exhaustion that comes from carrying such lies and yet I have for many years often wrapping them around myself.  At some points I have even taken a sort of perverse comfort from them. As a result to breaking company with these long standing and often nurtured lies isn’t easy.  They have wrapped themselves around me like a poison vine robbing me of my vitality and vision, who I am and what I was made to be.


STOP….

So what if bit by bit I started cutting the restricting vine of lies off?

What if just enough was broken off to enable me to breathe again and the oxygen started to feed my vital organs not least my mind?

What if as I continued to cut the oxygen gave me the strength to embrace who I am without the lies?

Practically speaking, what does that mean?
I believe change occurs through owning and changing one thought and one moment at a time. So if I am to start to cut the vine from around me it would be to stop listening, feeding and coming into agreement with that thought that restricts.

The next time I hear the voice that says I can’t, or I'm not... I stop... picture that lie filled agreement being put in front of me like a contract and then I push it away refusing to sign it.  I do not agree with that negative life robbing statement. I wont embrace it nor own it, I wont even give it the space to take root. I throw it out of the door of my mind as quick as it entered. I don’t agree that life is what’s given to me by my thoughts or emotions, it’s what I choose and create it to be!!

I sense a few similarly themed blogs coming on… I know some people struggle with similar issues and so if it interests you stay tuned…

In the meantime chew on this… what would the quality of your life be like without psychological restrictions?

Monday, March 20, 2017

Playing the game?

For a couple of years now I have pursued what it means to carry the presence of God and what it means to listen to Him. I’ve read various books, listened to many podcasts and spoken to a number of trusted friends and respected acquaintances about it.

If I’m absolutely honest I’m not sure I have gotten as far as I would have wanted with this journey.  I have tried new methods of listening to him as well as old ones and still I would say I have advanced much further.  This weekend but came a startling revelation… As I delved deep into John Eldredge’s book ‘Listening To God’ I began to realise that perhaps listening was more a matter of the heart than the ability to hear.

Recommended Reading!!
Imagine a friend that you talk to often but who doesn’t listen.  Now how much more frustrating would it be if they especially didn’t listen when you were answering the question they have just asked.   Do we do that to God?  Do we ask to hear Him but then don’t listen when He speaks? Are we ready to respect and obey what He says or asks of us?

Here’s a small example.  Often I will ask God for advice knowing fine rightly what I want Him to say.  I ask and now with my conscience cleansed I do what I was going to do anyway.  How would you handle a friend or family member who treated you like that?  Worse sometimes I don’t ask because should he give an answer opposed to my preference I may have to obey it.  To my shame to deny myself and to then obey Him is too often take me into territory I would rather not go. I’m in control and secretly I would rather it stay that way.

Summarised I’m trying to say this…  If you ask God a question are you prepared to follow through with following his answer?  Are you up for obeying Him even when it’s contrary to what you would want?   Perhaps this is why He is silent, it’s not that He doesn’t speak but it’s that we don’t want to listen and obey.  What in effect we have done is to have screened His voice out, His voice is most definitely there it’s just that we are suffering from selective hearing.  We have asked for His opinion to perhaps try to fool Him and our conscience into believing that have done the right thing by asking.  However by not listening and following through with obedience we have been two faced. Something we most definitely need to repent of.

I want a powerful, intimate two way relationship with my Lord and King but am I prepared to recognise His sovereignty and obey him? Or do I just want to play games?

Saturday, December 10, 2016

The beast in me...

This afternoon I find myself in the mood to write but unsure what to write about.  As I pondered an old article I wrote back in '09 came to mind and so I thought (complete with a few tweaks) I would republish it. It pretty much describes were I'm at. Seven years on from writing it I find myself back in the same place. Granted its heavy but I think if we are all honest we have a dark side that could be described as "The beast in me". Here is the article:

Johnny Cash sang a song called "The beast in me" which always resonated with myself, it’s all about the dark side within him. The dark side we all have if we're honest, the side that lives in the cracks of our persona and distorts and destroys brings temptation and corrupts. For him his struggle was with drugs but he also shared in stuff that he wrote that he had fought with lust, greed, jealousy etc.



For me the strongest beast within me has always been "The Comfort Eater". He tells ferociously cruel lies in the most luring way and as the song states can be as deceptive as to “pretend to be a teddy bear”. Once the lie has been accepted and the trap sprung the beast released can be all consuming. This past few months he has really rattled the cage, I've given him attention and old habits, thought patterns and behaviours have returned.

He's low down scum who has picked a period of my life to reappear which is full of pressure and illness. On reflection it’s easy to forget that I've beaten him into submission before and that is something I need to think on. I am and may always be a recovering over eater but that shouldn't solely define me, I am so much more. If I choose to listen to the beast at the moment he’s telling me that it’s over, I’ve failed and he’s won. My response to his lie I choose not to publish but a very famous photo of Johnny Cash in an angry moment comes to mind and those who are fans of him will know the one I mean.

Lesson re-learnt lets journey on…  Enjoy your weekend folks, talk soon!!

Saturday, November 26, 2016

I will never do that...

This week has seen a real turn around in my thinking.  I did two things in one day that I said I would never do.  As a kid growing up I always disliked the shape of Japanese cars and as an adult secretly thought that they were built completely with plastic not so fantastic.  Similarly I have always disliked red cars.  I hate the way with time they fade making them look more like a washed out pair of pink knickers than the fiery red they left the factory with.

Well to cut a long story short I’ve been dying to get back into an estate car.  I’ve always loved them and have previously owned three, all VW. I love estate cars for many reasons but mostly for their convenience, especially these days for the transportation of our dogs.  Cuba our German shepherd has been travelling in the back of the golf for the last fortnight and it’s been a bit of a squish!

Take the photo and let us out!!
This bad lad came to my attention and I fell for it hook, line and sinker.  It’s a 04 Toyota Corolla Estate with the highly dependable and acclaimed D4D engine in it.  Thankfully it has because in its 12 year history its covered 238,000 miles and I intend to try for 300,000.

It was a bargain and we all love those.  Once Bob my mechanic gets his oily hands on it and gets some work done on it, it will go on for forever.  ONE PROBLEM but the boy racer in me has resurfaced after many years in hibernation.  I have already bought Japense style square number plates, I am so tempted to put a set of wide alloy wheels on the car and tint the passenger and rear windows.  So ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Toby the Tugboat the trustworthy Toyota.  Easy for you to say I hear you say….

Toby the Tugboat
Enjoy your weekend, talk soon! 

Friday, November 18, 2016

Plus one...

This week our family increased by one, a very BIG one.  If you haven’t already heard may I ask where have you been?? I must have told everyone I know about it at least 4 times now.  Most people now seem to glaze over when I mention it.  Well you may have noticed the references to Cuba over the last few weeks, well that was me playing with you.  The Cuba I was referring to is a BIG beautiful 5 year old German shepherd! A more beautiful dog you are not likely to meet and a better breeder you will not come across. (or at least not easily)

Introducing Cuba...
Cuba comes from the prestigious and successful Voneisen Kennel and was a multi award winning show dog for the first three years of his life.  He then grew tired of it and as a measure of the quality of his breeders they didn’t insist he continue.  Instead he retired and stayed very much a central part of the family where he thrived and was cherished.

He arrived with us on Saturday and the first thing he did was to accidentally break the brand new car harness we bought for him.  Whilst we starred at astonishment his charm was already working on us as quickly we began to realise that you just can’t get angry with the Cubester.

Today's Chunky Dunkers...
We are delighted with how quickly the big fella has settled in well and is starting to obey our commands.  One of my mates in the ‘Chunky Dunkers’ even commented today as we swam in the sea that she had never seen a dog settle in so quickly.  I have to agree he’s like part of the furniture.  Lola keeps her distance but to be honest she can be a little aloof with everyone at the best of times.  She loves to be in charge and she loves her own company.  We are just delighted that they seem happy to share the same bedroom and owners.

Big Cuba & Wee Lola walking on the same lead and to heel!
So how is your weekend looking?  Mine needs to be restful and hopefully peaceful too… talk soon!

Friday, November 11, 2016

Taking war too lightly...

Bless us all todays swim was cold… at 10.8 degrees it has 50% left to drop in temperature.  Will I brave that? Hmmm only time will tell.  You know I have been doing this now for 5 or so weeks and the thing I love most is the banter and the comradery.   Yes I love swimming but the social interaction in an arena where I have no responsibility is very therapeutic!  It’s an experience and an activity I’m glad came my way and I would recommend it to anyone!

Fellow Chunky Simon & I before the dip!
During the week Twinkle and I went to see Deacon Blue.  In their heyday I could take or leave them but their album “Raintown” always resonated deeply with me.  Over the close to 30 years since its release (a frightening thought) I have returned to it time and time again.  I can think of only a few other albums that this would be true off.  We sat at the very back of the third tier of the Waterfront and I have to say whilst visually it was good you did feel a little removed from the action. I must remember that for any future visits.

Deacon Blue at the Waterfont...
This weekend is a big weekend for a variety of reasons but one of the reasons I’m looking forward to the most is that our son Gee-Dubs is coming home for the weekend.  I miss having that big ligg about the house and I know Lola will be ecstatic.  Every time he comes home through the door she nearly bursts!!

Lola greeting Gee-Dubs
This week was my second week of my phased return to work.  Honestly my body has not responded as well as I thought it might.  Yesterday I visited the needle queen and as we talked I began to realise that I had stopped doing the exercises she had recommended alongside taking some of the magic potions.  The battle with this illness is all about consistency and that is something I have always struggled with, it’s an area I need to urgently improve on.  I’ve starting to realise that one morning, afternoon or evening of work takes me two days to recover from.  OH the frustration…

I have written about it in past on other blogs and so I won’t linger but today on Remembrance day I often think of my grandfather’s wee brother who didn’t make it home from WW2.  My mum still has the last letter he wrote.  As I read it it’s the language and focus of a mere boy whose main concern was his family and Linfield.  My grandfather was hurt deeply by his loss and frequently arranged for flowers to be placed on his grave, even going to France to visit his real grave on a few occasions. I am very thankful and proud that my family was involved in stopping Hitler from realising his plans.  However, its memories like this that makes me realise that today we take war and the talk of it far too lightly.  Yes it’s ok for politicians to send people off to fight but it’s neither them nor their families that pay the price.  I am not a pacifist but I do think we need to think a lot more carefully before placing boots on the ground so to speak.

Thank you!
Tonight is a lads night TV with a few mates, bring on the sponge cake and hot tea, what does the weekend hold for you?  Talk soon…

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

More bang for my buck...



For the third day trawlers have been floating around my neighbourhood fishing for clams.  I love the spectacle of them doing this although the lack of fish around these parts makes me wonder if these guys have done permanent damage over the years.  

The scene from our front garden...
I’m no expert but up on the north coast I’ve spent many a successful hour fishing for flat fish.  So why with the sandy banks of the peninsula are there none around these parts?  Answers on a postcard please lol…

You may or may not know that reading and books is a love of mine.  Some unkind souls might humorously suggest more the purchasing of literature than the reading of it.  True as that might be (much as I hate to admit it) I love the inspiration and eureka moments that books can provide.  One of my biggest frustrations however is how slow I read. I literally read at the same speed I speak and so the tally of books read in a month or even a year was up to about a decade or so ago very low.

A number of years ago I set myself the target of reading 6 books in a year.  Target reached I then pushed for 10 in the following year.  This year I set the target at 12 and made an amazing start in the first 4-5 months of the year.  Unfortunately but when the illness arrived my attention span left me and so things have slowly ground to a halt.  We are now into November and I have three books left to read to hit my target.  Now don’t get me wrong I was half way through 3-4 books before the cease in activities and so I am confident that with a little push I will cross the finishing line.  As I consider that but I am left with a question… what difference has all this reading made to my life?  Yes of course my knowledge has been expanded which is always a good thing but I read with a higher purpose than that in mind.  I want my character to change and grow; I want my horizons to be broadened and my quality of life to be enriched.  I want to embrace fresh wisdom and to learn new things that directly impact my life and those around me.

Goodreads monitoring my progress...
You see reading isn’t a thing that I naturally enjoy.  It’s not something that I would rush to do.  It’s always been a labour of love that has necessitated a good dose of self-discipline.  So with that being the case I want something to show for it, I want my investment to pay.  I need to perhaps not judge success by the quantity of books that I’ve read or even the type but by the inside change it brought.

I love challenging myself but these days as I grow older I want more bang for my buck… Talk soon!

*Dreaming of a trip to Cuba...
**The photo is a screenshot of a wee app I use to monitor my reading called “Goodreads”

Monday, November 07, 2016

It's been a while...

Last week flew in but it felt like it lasted a month!   What’s the word when two things are true but are poles apart… Oh that’s right an “oxymoron”. (Thank goodness for Google)  It was week without a blog post, but included two outdoor swims, some back pain, a persistent cold and the reintroduction of the green shake to my diet. I cleared out two bedrooms, had a BIG bonfire to dispatch of two old wardrobes, searched for a big and old estate car and started the process of being phased back into work.  Yes I’m returning to work (puffs out his chest whilst wearing a cheesy grin).

Our "wee" bonfire...
Yesterday morning I was in the Church where I work and I was bowled over by the warm welcome and well wishes I received. I can’t lie I was as nervous as a child returning to school after a long summer off.  5 months is a long time to be away but I’ve missed the place, its people and its heart.   It was good to see the warm smiles of children as I said hello and to receive the hugs of many friends and fellow members.

The afternoon came and good as the morning was I felt shattered and nauseous.  Due to work with a team of volunteers in the evening I went to bed and slept like a log. As I woke I could not believe what a simple morning took out of me, I felt like a safe a cat burglar had visited.  Last night was great craic as the team and I shared a pizza or three, there was lots of laughter and banter floating around.  Whilst I was the victim of most of it, it was great to be back at the helm.  I love my job and I adore what I do.  I get excited when a group of people sit down to talk and dream, the potential of conversations like that blow me away each and every time.  I never tire of them.

This morning came and I feel like a ship that has run aground.  My cold seems to have upped things a gear or two and my fatigue is heavy and hard.  For a while I felt gutted! I don’t mind saying it but I would be a fool if I thought things in this season of adapting back to normality weren’t going to be hard.

A Diary of Private Prayer by John Baillie (p95)
By mid-morning I had read this in a prayer book and it felt so perfect to the mood it inspired me to march on.  Such beauty to use negativity so creatively or to use an expression I am very fond of such “Cheerfulness in the face of adversity”.

I hope you too are inspired by and I look forward to talking with you again sooner rather than later.

Ps.  I've posted a new "Album of the Week" available to Spotify users.  Just click the link on the left and it should activate your spotify App and play it.  It's an old EP I used to love and listen to a lot...

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Breaking news...

There has been a lot of talk about this next song, maybe too much talk. A line stolen from the old U2 album “Under a blood red sky” but it kind of summarises how I feel.  It’s been a very long time coming but yesterday one of the last pieces fell into place.


Yes you guessed it the issue of the second dog.  The house we currently rent we love but it is carpeted throughout and with the kitchen on the first floor it’s the wrong house for a puppy.  That said it’s the right house for so many other reasons that we don’t wanna move anytime soon.  So an agreement was struck yesterday between all parties concerned.  We can rescue a house trained adult dog.

You won’t need to be told that for quite a while now I have been having a love affair with German Shepherds. For years (literally) I have been talking about getting one and so now the hunt can officially start.   Now dear only knows what we will end up with but in an ideal world (if such a thing exists) this is what we would like…


We would like a large male with a short haired coat full of dark and rich colours.  A dog that has been the victim of circumstance not abuse.  A fella that is of stable character, good with other dogs and who doesn’t need to dominate.  You see the dog we already own "Lola" is a terrier by name and nature.  She’s small in stature but strong in character.  She is DEFINITELY NOT a nasty temperamental dog but she does know her mind.  Therefore any new dog will have to be accommodating.

Our Lola the border terrorist...


I hear you ask why must the dog not be the victim of abuse.  It’s simply that we don’t have much experience of the breed and therefore would not be experienced enough for one from a heavy and damaging background. 

So here we go let the search begin.  You never know Santa may bring more than that wifi speaker I have been after or the GoPro camera!  Talk soon...

Friday, October 28, 2016

Uncle Joseph & the Lionheart...

It’s Friday, and yet another weekend is upon us…  I love weekends although they never quite seem so long, relaxed and fun as they did when I was young.  This weekend we get an extra hour in bed and I don’t know about you but this house needs it. 

Uncle Joseph & Auntie Kathleen 
Twinkle is jam packed with the cold and feeling the pace of a demanding week.  Her uncle Joseph died on Tuesday and was buried yesterday.  Joseph was a lovely gentleman who embodied all that was good about previous generations.  He always greeted me with a warm smile and a welcoming handshake.  Don’t get me wrong I didn’t know him very well but that makes what I’m about to say even more special.  When we caught eye contact with each other somehow, he made me feel highly valued and esteemed without saying a word. It's funny but both my grandfathers had the same knack. Two minutes in the company of Uncle Joseph and I felt elevated to the status of a dignitary.  How did men of this generation do it?  I would love for the young people and parents I work with to say the same about their interactions with me. For each member of my congregation to feel the same way I did in the company of Joseph Murray.

Introducing the Lionheart...
Here is a hero of mine who in his short life has taught me so much. "The Lionheart" as I know him is one of the happiest go lucky lads I have ever met.  He almost constantly has a smile on his face and a giggle in his belly. Check out this wee minute of  a video treat to see what I mean...



Over the past few weeks I’ve been observing how he lives in and for the moment.  He lets nothing kill his joy, steal his laughter or destroy his curiosity.  He embraces life warmly and lives life to the full.  As I chill with him I am reminded of the bible verse John 10:10 and he demonstrates for me what the bible means when it asks us to have faith like a child.


More than that however he inspires me to choose life.  I want that day when we jump of harbours together, spend nights fishing for Trout whilst listening to them leap for the evening flies.  I hunger to see the wonder on his face when he rides his first bike and drives his first car.  You see its future moments like these make me want to beat both my eating disorder and chronic fatigue so that I can be there for them.  For this Lionheart I owe you a tidy sum and I look forward to repaying you with a trip to Windsor to watch the mighty Belfast blues, a night under canvas eating sausages in the mountains and sharing the joy of a bike ride blended with a cafĂ© stop to fuel the adventure.

You have been warned lol ;-)
Have a great weekend folks, talk soon.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

A whingey United fan & a helpful Liverpool one...

Last night fresh from celebrating the launch (see yesterday’s post) of the new domain name “McFinkle”, the website found itself temporarily crippled with technical issues.  As I sat watching TV my blog was caught between being the victim of much friendly fire from a whingey United fan on one hand and helped out with domain issues by an old friend and Liverpool fan on the other. (Thanks to Stephen Cousins who owns BlueCubes, a web design company, a different friend and company to the one mentioned a number of posts ago)

Thankfully this evening all issues seem to have resolved themselves and “McFinkle” seems to be firing on all four.  A fortnight ago the needle queen suggested moving my acupuncture appointments to a fortnightly basis.  Due to return tomorrow I can report that this past week I have slowly been grinding to a halt and can’t wait for her to stick a pin in me.

It’s been a peculiar couple of days.  I’m fine in the morning managing a swim with the chunkies and even a small walk with the dog.  Then in the afternoon after lunch a sickness and fatigue sets in.  Is it a bug, over doing it, the junk stubbornly insisting on staying in my diet or as I say too long between visits to the queen?

Introducing my good friend Ben to the chunky dunkers...

I am really enjoying the swims and I believe they are helping.  The banter and comradery is outstanding with my new found friends and I must say you leave feeling exhilarated by it! My heart is telling me that I should be out swimming every day come rain, hail or shine however my head and body are saying stick to the plan.  At this stage the plan is to walk the dog a mile every day, to do 1 pilates class a week, 2 -3 swims and if all is ok the icing on the cake, a small bike ride.  Truth told this is a lot.  I’m pushing too hard to go beyond that, the plan is my energy at its absolute max. I need to learn contentment with where I am and to consolidate what I have achieved.


I have selected an album for the week and so if you have the free music streaming app “Spotify” You can listen to Seafret’s last offering "Tell me its real".  I really like it.  My son Gee-Dubs is coming home for the weekend and so expect stories of me being victorious at pool and the eating of ice lollipops whilst watching 80’s TV. I also have a cracking blog post coming up staring my nephew “The Lionheart”… keep your eyes peeled!   You know I spoil you guys… talk soon!! 

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Announcing the all new...

Have you noticed something new??   What’s that you say?  Is it the Spotify play button on the left? No you eejit that is sooo last week, keep up…  ;-) Is it the new “About” tab at the top which has no content as yet… NOOO!!!!  (Jumping up and down with impatient excitement and a smile from ear to ear…)

We have an all new name…  yes we are leaving behind the decade of being known as “Being released” and our now embracing our all new identity and domain name.  We are NOW McFinkle.com…  McWhat?? I hear you shout… McFinkle! 
The real Twinkle McFinkle...
I used to work alongside the legendary youth worker known as Peter Thompson of “The Blue Houses” fame (Ballysillan YFC).  He had a great knack of giving people humorous and rhyming nicknames and so inspired and in the early days of our marriage I renamed my wife Twinkle McFinkle.  If you know my wife you will know she sparkles.  She has a deep inner beauty and energy that radiates from her bringing light and warmth into whatever situation she finds herself in.  Her humour and mischievous nature are magnetic and so the name just seemed to fit and it has stuck ever since.  I have to say I love the idea that she will now have to tell people her email address is Twinkle at McFinkle.com.  Talk soon…