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Text to Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet [07 Mar 2021|08:45pm]
[ mood | worried ]

I have some troubling news


Aderyn has been taken to hospital; she is bleeding and we don't yet know what the problem is. Iestyn is with her, and I and Rhiannon are on our way to join her there

At this stage, you do not need to do anything. I will let you both know as soon as I know anything more. I don't want to crowd her while she is still unstable.
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[01 Mar 2021|06:47pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Hapus!

We had a lovely Sunday Market yesterday at the church to mark the occasion, and tonight we are having a family dinner. It is the closest thing to a birthday I have, so I have been promised cake too! All of my brothers are in attendance, and my dear friends, and my children, and my children's "plus-one"s, and we are going to have a delicious warming dinner to mark the coming of Spring. Leek and potato soup and fresh bread seasoned with herbs and baked with cheese. Simple but delicious.

And then cake!

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[10 Oct 2020|09:52pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

[Archangel Michael]

If I could ask for a moment of your time? I've been told from a trustworthy source that Merlin the wizard has had a vision, or a prophecy of some kind, to say that Lucifer in his humiliation will not come near the twins again. I don't want to get anybody's hopes up, but... could that be true?

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{biography} [26 Aug 2020|02:46am]
[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Nos Da ]



Character:
Deity Name: St David
Pantheon: Christian
Current Alias: David "Dewi" Ceredig
Apparent Age: 33
Occupation: Currently works in a garden nursery, but volunteers for a few different community organisations.
Feast Day: March 1st

We'll keep a welcome in the hillside )

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Message to Patrick [23 Aug 2020|03:12am]
You could have warned me!
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[15 Aug 2020|06:29pm]
[ mood | relieved ]

[away from baddies]

Good News! Iestyn and Aderyn have been found alive and rescued from Lucifer.

Right now they are in a very bad state. Aderyn is in ICU, and the doctors are keeping a very close eye on her. Iestyn is a little better, but he is also on a drip to replace lost fluids and nutrients.

Thank you so much to everyone who sent well-wishes or who helped us search or stood with us at Lucifer's house. We will keep everyone updated as to if/when the twins are capable of having visitors. For now, just know they are in good hands.

Diolch, bendithia Duw

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[25 Jun 2020|09:55pm]
[ mood | scared ]

[Patrick, George, Andrew]

I am being sorely tested. I know you can't see it but-

Lucifer is threatening my children and offering to take me in their place. Please help me keep my resolve and remember that he lies...

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[11 Jun 2020|01:15am]
[ mood | depressed ]

[George, Patrick, Andrew]

I am completely at a loss. I just don't know how I failed my children so badly. My one job as a parent is to keep them safe and I cannot do it.

I'm sorry, Bridget

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[03 Jun 2020|09:43pm]
[ mood | calm ]

[Good Christians]

Things have been a touch more difficult than usual for me of late, but I want you all to know I'm doing fine and healing quickly. My children have been an absolute godsend to me. And Patrick of course, allowing me to stay with him!

Now that Summer is in the air, I am looking forward very much to being able to enjoy a bit of sunshine here and there. I love an ice cream in the sun! And the late summer nights, and the music... Ahh, I am almost happy.

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spring flowers [03 Apr 2017|11:10pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Springtime does fill my heart with joy at all the growth and new life. Having moved out of the city takes me away from the hustle and bustle to something more resembling a peaceful existence, but I miss seeing your faces, my dear friends. Not to find an excuse for contact, but I seem to find myself with an abundance of baked goods. I'm certain there is someone in need of a basket or two of freshly-baked scones and bread and hot cross buns, and some home-squeezed lemonade (or what I've managed to rescue from the menagerie at any rate!)

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[06 Mar 2014|12:09pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Well it was like Valentines Day but with leeks at my place a few days ago. I have only just managed to finish cooking enough of them into soup to be able to get things back to normal! Thank you, dear brothers, you have impeccable taste. I will donate most of it to whoever wants it. Who needs a care package of leek and potato soup and crusty bread rolls to go with it? The family gives it a seal of approval, anyway!

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[13 Dec 2013|10:46am]
My little birds do nothing but sing and sing to each other, in their baby ways. They love the carols. Keeping them out of the Christmas tree is the main challenge. Keeping the cat out of the tree is nigh impossible. I've had to fasten it to the wall so it doesn't fall down.

My Christmas pud is already underway though. And I cannot stop eating mince pies.

Who wishes to attend carol service with me this Christmas Eve?
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OH HELLO [01 Mar 2013|10:09am]
[ mood | energetic ]

HAPPY ME DAY EVERYONE!!! Tootlootlooo! We'll while away each hour of hiraeth til you come home agaaaain to Waaaaales!

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[13 Oct 2012|03:26pm]
[ mood | concerned ]

[David looked out of the windows, concerned, and then went around the apartment and closed all the curtains tightly. Then he put on some Welsh choral music and went to make some bread.]

[Friends]

We are all safe at home, and not going anywhere if anyone would like to join us.

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sinsir gath fach [02 Dec 2010|01:55pm]
[ mood | calm ]

David walks. It's cold and wet in New York this time of year, but he walks anyway. He goes in places many people don't, passing homeless people and laying blessings upon them as they huddle, their backs to the wall.

His life is getting complicated. Especially with Patrick. He doesn't know how to deal with it, the right way to approach him to make sure that he's doing okay, to try and help him cope. He wishes he had some sort of hedonistic escape, or that he dared to waver from his personal doctrine enough to try it. In the mean time he pares down his diet, going back to bread and water like he used to do in the old days, when things were straightforward. He still cooks lavish things for his friends, and gives food away to the hungry, but he denies himself, until he can find some meaning in the past events.

As he passes an alley, a pitiful wail stops him. A half-starved kitten huddles in the meager shelter of a rubbish bin, its fur sodden, ginger stripes looking sad and pathetic. David stops, and the thing looks up at him and mews again. The way it looks at him reminds him of Patrick, all tufty red fur and enormous eyes, and he can't pass it by. David sits down just inside the alley, pulling the kitten to him and tucking it inside his coat, protecting it from the weather. Stroking it gently, he smiles properly for what feels like the first time in a long time when it starts to purr like an engine, and he tells it the story of the Good Samaritan as the rain drips down his neck and off his nose.


Sorry guys. I'm not sorry at all. I've added to our menagerie. Bryn won't take long to house train, I'm sure.

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Birds but no bees [25 Sep 2010|11:47pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

Look what I got! Isn't she adorable?

Budgie! )

I got a green one too. I called the yellow one Myfanwy, but I'm going to let Patrick name the green one. Downpatrick seems to be taking it very well so far.


...no, she's not being named Uppatrick.

Andrew's back in town! I knew it was a sign, us coming together. It is too good to be a coincidence.


[Private to Saints except Patrick]

Perhaps we are all here because Patrick needs us now. There has to be a Reason.

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no longer simple. [18 Sep 2010|06:02pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

What have I stumbled into? Things seem to be a lot bigger than I thought they were... Oh for my simple life and my little house in Philly and my little cat. I used to say the house and the cat, back in the day. Something so small, yet I used to punish myself for possessive pronouns by standing up to my neck in a lake and reciting scriptures, among other things.

I much prefer this comfortable American life. A little capitalism is allowed now. I only watch American Idol for the singing.

Patrick, can we get a little cat? Would Downpatrick eat a kitten? or a bird? Can we have a canary? Two canaries?

Priodas rhwng dau sant? Yr wyf yn fodlon eu bod yn hapus, ond bydd yn rhaid i mi gael fy mhen o'i gwmpas. Nid sant a rhyw yn rhywbeth y gall yr wyf yn gwneud yn digwydd yn fy meddwl. Nid yw'r cyfunrywioldeb yn trafferthu i mi, 'i' 'n noeth a' r chwys. Ych. Nid oes angen y ddelwedd honno yn awr!

{translation: Marriage between two saints? I am happy they are happy, but I shall have to get my head around it. Saints and sex isn't something I can quite make happen in my mind. The homosexuality doesn't bother me, it's the naked and the sweat. Ugh. I don't need that image now!}

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