A month for moving.
I walked a labyrinth yesterday. Something I’ve done many times before, however, as always with the labyrinth it is different every time. This was one of what I call the “proper ones” without modern distractions on the path! (they are good in their own way, but really don’t compete). As I entered the centre, all the past and the future was before me, memories long hidden came flooding to the fore, hopes dreams and expectations for the journey out. We are always journeying in and out. I’ve just got to the outside and am about to start in again!! I start the journey inwards on the 17th, we move on the 26th (ish)
Just in time,
I have almost finished clearing the study of clutter, when what pops through the door but two large packages, one an unexpected gift – an Epiphany present – thanks John, how did you know I had been meaning to get one of those for a while??
And
two, the collected works of Bernadette Farrell. Seeing as one of her hymns went down so well on Sunday I ordered the rest of the collection of books…
Cycling through delightful villages on the way to Amelia farm for what was to be one of the last visits I will make this year – never say you won’t return! – was strangely nostalgic for the past year.
Although the majority of the time was over the winter, my early morning struggle up the aptly [...]