Today, after yesterday’s horror, I am grateful for those who run towards danger rather than away from it, for those who are in public service, and for those who are convinced that love will triumph over hate It says All terrorists are politely reminded this is London, and whatever you do to us, we will… Continue reading After yesterday….
Today is World Poetry day – and today we have a deacons meeting. I am starting the meeting by reading one of my favourite poems, one of George Herbert’s prayers. And today, I am thankful for wonderful poetry and dedicated deacons. Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back. … Continue reading So much to be thankful for
I went to see one of our members who can no longer leave her room. I go regularly and we share prayer and bread and wine. It’s a good visit. Her room overlooks a small garden which is looked after by somebody who is skilled at that stuff. When I walked in, she said “look… Continue reading
I took a train from a station that has recently been renovated. The renovation has changed the layout and made all the entrances different. One of the ways the management has addressed this is to set people standing at various corners in order to give directions and advice. Since I did manage to get lost… Continue reading Finding the way
I wear skirts a lot, and so shoes that look good with skirts are helpful I have dodgy knees and so shoes that are flat are helpful. I walk a lot and so shoes that are comfortable are helpful. Shoe designers appear to hate women (or at least, the normal shape of women’s feet) and… Continue reading A Twofer….
Today was Tuesday. Yes, I know that’s obvious, but here at The Place Where We Worship, Tuesdays have a very special identity. It’s the day we do Lunch. About 25-30 people gather for lunch – some coming early for coffee and games, many staying on later for games and coffee – and as well as… Continue reading Faithful service is an amazing gift…
Every day, I swallow a tablet that keeps me well enough to live well. It’s not a life saving thing; my condition would not kill me. But it would leave me less able to live the (satisfactory, but frantically) busy life that I rejoice in. Recently, my dosage was altered…and it didn’t go well. So… Continue reading It’s the little things…