We are just back from our holiday.We had 5 nights in Filey on the Yorkshire coast- handkerchief sunhats, donkeys and the waft of fried food and slot machines in the sunshine. It was lovely. We walked a lot, swam in the sea, played beach cricket and ate far too much.
Michaela takes family photos by the dozen and uploads them to FB, so rather than adding to these, here are a few of my more whimsical efforts;
I think this is the shortest poem I have ever written, on a lunch time walk up Gleniffer Braes, Paisley;
Goes this rock
And I, pendulous
I am back after a wonderful trip to Garbh Eileach, largest island of the Garvellachs which lie in the Sound of Mull. It was a real contrast to our last trip to Eileach an Naoimh, just a couple of miles away- Garbh Eileach is wooded and alive with birdsong and the skittering of red deer. Unfortunately this means lots of ticks, but no paradise is perfect this side of eternity.
11 of us went this time- mostly old friends now, and at times I laughed so much I thought I would tear something. There was lots of stillness and prayer too however as well as Golden Eagles and glorious seascapes. The weather was mixed but you get what you get in these parts and still feel grateful.
Here are a few pics;
I am tired almost beyond sleeping. So here I am uploading photos.
Last weekend we took some time to walk up to the view point high above Benmore Gardens. It made me think again of these words, from Song of Songs, chapter 2;
Get up, my dear friend,
fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Look around you: Winter is over;
the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over.
The whole world’s a choir—and singing!
Spring warblers are filling the forest
with sweet arpeggios.
Lilacs are exuberantly purple and perfumed,
and cherry trees fragrant with blossoms.
Oh, get up, dear friend,
my fair and beautiful lover—come to me!
Come, my shy and modest dove—
leave your seclusion, come out in the open.
Let me see your face,
let me hear your voice.
For your voice is soothing
and your face is ravishing.
I’ll supply the photo but you can do your own theology/escatology.
Think of it as one of those Rabbinical parable thingamies.