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)
No not really
But am really having to think about yesterdays two sermons, not to mention the predominant theme of blood sacrifice in the worship session
On a lighter note, was driving home, asked by fellow traveller what I thought of the first sermon, replied ‘it was crap’ and lo a flock of seagulls deposited their guts onto the windscreen!!
Oh my god how we laughed!!
There’s something religious in the way we sit
At the tea table, a tidy family of three.
You, my love, slicing the bread and butter and she,
The red-cheeked tot a smear of blackberry jam, and me.
Apart from the marvelous doting
Of a world’s interchange with each other… there’s tea.
Stupid, they say, to think of the thing as an [...]