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Seagull sermon…
Early morning, minus 13 degrees…
The view from the middle of the Clyde…
I braved the low temperatures and crossed over to ‘the other side’ today. My intention was to go to Helensburgh, but Greenock was full of slithering cars and covered in freezing fog, so I rather tamely retreated.
But no time is wasted. I made some phone calls from the ferry- and appreciated the stillness.
The ferry is a great place to do this. It moves at a steady slow pace- giving around 25 minutes just to sit and think. It sometimes seems a very long time, and other times no time at all.
Today I had the camera with me too…
Not more snow pictures!
Morning frost…
Through all of the recent snow, I have failed to take photographs.
I did have a couple of trips out into the staggeringly beautiful countryside, but each time, forgot the camera- which is rather unlike me, and perhaps a sign of how busy we have been over the last few weeks.
So to redress the balance, here a few shots taken on the drive over to Bute this morning…
Our turn for some snowy chaos….
We have escaped the worst of the winter weather so far this year- sure we have had ice and snow, but not the deep suffocating blanket that others have had elsewhere.
But this morning, heavy rain turned suddenly to thick snow, and over the course of about 5 minutes the roads were treacherous. Will’s school bus was defeated, and after trying to get him to school through the traffic madness, we gave up as all the roads were blocked.
He has not yet stopped dancing around the house singing “No scho-ool, no scho-ool, no scho-ool.”
Renovation and change…
More work on the old house.
The back bedroom/spare room this time- a ceiling that has been hanging on a horse hair thread, because of previous water damage.
Renovation as an analogy of change? Here we go-
- Renovation is not the same thing as restoration.
- It always involves a lot of mess at first.
- It is possible, either through lack of resources, or unwillingness to make the mess, to fiddle around at the surface, and try to ignore the deeper problems. If you do, you will regret it later.
- Get people to help who know what they are doing.
- The use we put the house to is very different from the use it was put to in the past- so we need different materials, and to create different kinds of spaces.
Hmmmm.
Kind of reminds me of an old poem, written in a prayer room a few years ago-
Clutter
I can hear a creaking
A groaning from the joists
Pipes and drains are leaking
Floor boards are tearing loose
Can you smell the horsehair plaster
Stripping off from lath?
This could bring disaster
Or perhaps could clear a freedom path
There’s a time for all things
The good book says
To reap, to weep, to build, to sing
To mourn then turn the journey on
The marshal yards are empty now
And the cranes stand fixed and rusty
The shipyards moved to other towns
And the churches all lie empty
Lord teach me to move like water
Running from these mountains
Tear out my feet from concrete shoes
And dance me till I flutter
For freedom comes to those who find
Your keys amongst our clutter
Sea tree…
High on the shore line
Above the storm berm
The winter sea gave out a pilgrim trunk
.
It was thrown up the beach
Like you or I might flick a pebble
.
The corpse of the old tree
Has been gnarled and shaped
By encounters with deep reefs
Where it rolled and shoaled with the fish
And bore the barnacles and wracks
Of the deep blue sea
.
Now it lies here
Like bone of leviathan
.
It has taken on the colours of the deep-
Sea green
Shadow black
Red like the eye of a shark
Grey like the dripping tail of a whale
All faded a little by the blown sand
But jewelled instead by salt crystals
Drawn out in the low sun
.
Who knows where its roots are
Or what of its seeds
Still remain
Sun shining on water…
What a lovely day. It was a time for Sabbath, after a particularly busy few weeks…
Ice in the morning- then a glorious autumn day, with calm waters holding the reflection of the trees and mountains.
We drove to Inveraray to meet some old friends, Mark and Joy who are holidaying in Oban. It was great to see them again. Mark and I used to lead a music team at a church in England, and Joy has the most lovely pure singing voice. We had lunch in the George Inn, and then ate an unseasonal ice cream.
And sat at the waters edge, enjoying Scotland in the sunshine…
Before going home at sunset, deeply grateful…





























