Greenness

'Who would have thought that my shrivelled heart would have recovered greenness?

It had gone quite underground...llke a mother root full blown'

This is from one of George Herbert's famous poems, and one of my favourite of all time. Its amazing how the heart can regenerate, after lost love, illness and so on.

George Herbert was an Anglican in the 17th Century in England, not far from here in Little Gidding, under threat by the dreadful Civil War in England at the time, which crossed all sorts of religious divides. He was a supreme poet.

In the absence of emigrating, I am changing the title of the 2nd part of my memoirs from 'Point of Departure' to 'Making a Chiming of a Passing Bell', lines quotedl ater on in the same poem as above, and making the point that at any, what we perceive to be an 'ordinary' or 'dull' moment, we can make a a ravishing sense or eternity out of it, as long as we have a mystical eye for it and we don't miss opportunities.

My dear mother used to tell her life story at busstops in Glasgow, enlivening the day of many folk I am sure.

LIfe is plodding along nicely, I was home last night and to be sure again at the weekend. I hope to include one or two different photos on the Blog soon, as I am sure you will appreciate!

Peaceful Sabbath, shabbat shalom

reflections on the situation in Israel/Palestine next time

Sister Gila