Return to reality

Back for a reality check for a few days.

This isn’t to last … off to clergy conference next week. As John says, everything seems to go wrong when you go away, well not so much for me, but life in the parish has become busy to say the least, even though we won’t be here!!!!

Three days back in Cardiff was a bit of a strange experience – the food was probably the most strange – it was really good!

Am enjoying three bars of Green & Blacks Maya Gold courtesy of Hermy 1 . Munch Munch…

Back to College

We, that is the Deacons in Wales who were ordained this year, are back in college for a few days.

It is certainly strange being back, I did not envisage missing much, yet the nostalgia attached to being here is certainly quite unsettling. I think it must be the lack of being on show, able to relax, not caring what others think so much. This is especially true in chapel. A few of us realised that we have being giving for the past two months, not taking, as far as the worship is concerned and it is great to do something for yourself.

So if that is the perspective after two months; what will the feelings be like by next year?

Steps must be taken to avoid only giving. There is a solemn mass on Friday for the Nativity of the Virgin Mary organised by the local SCP at Llanfair TH, hopefully that should start to alleviate feelings of self neglect!

I also need to find a way to package a hug and send it through the post…

You got up at what time?

This time two weeks ago I was on a train near Carlisle. Not an inspiring place to be, but on the way to a far better place… Glasgow , after that Oban (for a night) and eventually later the next day to Iona.

Getting up at stupid o’clock to catch the early train to Crewe was not my idea of fun, neither was lugging 150 willow whips on a trolley 2 miles through Cardiff at 3.30am but these things had to be endured for the sake of the students who would be on Iona.

Many amusing conversations later, (mainly around the willow trolley!) I arrived in Oban, met up with old friends and settled into the quiet life. You may not think of Oban as quiet, a busy harbour and port to the Hebridean islands, but the quiet life it most certainly is. Time runs at a different pace there, the further out to sea you go the slower it gets and the slow pace of island life infects the port.

Two American tourists found out to their amazement once when boarding a bus on Mull that there really is no need to hurry and certainly no need to fret! They had put their rather sumptuous cases at the back of the bus where the driver was loading them into the belly of the elderly coach and were standing watching them earnestly as the driver loaded other boxes and bags. ‘Yer in Scotlan noo, nay need tae bother bout tha, you think folk ar gonnnae wan yer bags?’ came the brusque island voice admonishing the tourists. I still wonder if they ever got the point!