I've been having a rough year.
I am just venting .
7 months later I'm in need of another change of scenery.
I love my days out to Kingston upon Hull on the train to accompany my sister to the Eye Hospital for her injections, I loved going with beloved to Holy Nativity Eastfield to a day with the wonderful Bishop of Wellington and his wife talking about New Monasticism . I love my Sanctuary Space OKA my allotment. I love Monday evenings and cant wait for Only Connect to come round again. I love my afternoons upstairs with my latest Library book as Beloved watches something in black and white on Talking PicturesTV.
I am yearning to go back to Iona . I want to stay in the B and B on the Machair overlooking the Bay at the Back of the Ocean. I want to watch the Spouting Cave , and look for pebbles of Green Marble, and get to the Quarry . The grass is always greener on the other side. Last time on Iona we had a plague of flies in the bedrooms from the seaweed being tractored from the beach to the gardens in the houses facing the sound of Mull. IT RAINED mostly for 4 1/2 of the 5 days we were there, and the sea was so rough the ferries were cancelled. I'm only remembering the Langoustines, the rainbows and the quiet, aside for the fantastic SKY TVs in our rooms and real sighting of Corncrakes. (I like a thin place for most of the day only.)
I was in Iona , I remembered scenes from all my the visits , with beloved, with sisters, with aged parent in wheelchair.
Lord, you know everything there is to know about me. You perceive every movement of my heart and soul, and you understand my every thought before it even enters my mind. You are so intimately aware of me, Lord. You read my heart like an open book and you know all the words I’m about to speak before I even start a sentence!
❤️
ReplyDeleteRemembering my recouperating day bed looking out across the Sound to Mull , the Thrift blowing in the breeze , solitary walks to every empty bay and just sitting and letting the peace envelope me .
ReplyDeleteYes , my mother loved just watching the ferries from her bed and knew it was evening when ferry went behind Isle of Women.
ReplyDeleteDespite your obvious need for a break you somehow manage to extract joy from even the smallest events. You give me food for thought - no mean feat. Glad to know you are still firing on at least most cylinders.
ReplyDeleteRay Barnes.
How lovely to hear from you Ray. I’ve been thinking about you recently and thinking about the curate in Aylesbury who got you going on Blogger. I can’t remember his name except it was David something. So blessings on you and him in somewhere like Teddington I think. xx
ReplyDeleteGreetings Margaret. The priest in question is David Cloak. I don’t have any up to date information on him as I am not on Social Media, but am still very grateful for his patience with a dim old woman. Sadly there is no-one else able or willing to update my basic skills (something for the world of blog to be grateful for).
ReplyDeleteI think you do very well. I am grateful I can manage online supermarket shopping. I do that every week .Having a smart phone is the key however and having emails and What’s App. Teenage grandsons help me, and they are the best and most patient help. So trawl the congregation and neighbours for some trust worthy 17 year olds . They prevaricate but accept financial inducements ! Fiver or chocolate.
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