Just had a lovely time at our Aoradh family day.
We share a meal, then someone leads some worship. Today Paul got us telling stories of our summer, then thinking of what we want to keep, and what we would prefer to throw away- in the the form of a Pooh stick.
I found this bunch of berries- one of those that used to be a stamen of some interesting lilly thing, but is now rotting quickly away.
Like the summer.
As might be inferred from my earlier post, the black dog has been stalking me a little. And the approach of the dark season makes me apprehensive.
So my berry poo stick became a prayer for all of us whose mood is mercurial, and easily shadowed by winter.
A prayer that the decay of the old might still be followed by a time of new birth…
And in the meantime- my your fireside be shared with good friends.
As mine is.