- A little light housework – leaves one feeling so much better.
- A stroll to the post box and a long, long gaze at the flowering clematis along the way.
- Reading a book under a sun umbrella
- A Misty-dog curls up on my knee
- Smelling the honeysuckle
- Watching and listening to the birds
And yet, my heart is filled with the knowledge and the starkness of such a dreadful day yesterday for the people of Cumbria. Always alongside the ordinary, the everyday, the good things in life, there are the horrors of violence, murder, war and the tragedy of loss. This is always the problem for the preacher or personal motivator. It seems too trite to say enjoy the little things because all around is grief and pain.
A friend said that my blog was often full of pathos and pain. He seemed to feel that it was in some way the less for being realistic. I explained that I tried for honesty and did my best to share what is in my thoughts at any given time. Perhaps he has a point, perhaps I am too affected by the swirl of life’s troubles going round each one of us. But I hope more than anything that this blog is true. If we learn anything as we go through life, it is to be grateful for small things; we learn through experience that we can be alongside our neighbours in their troubles and we learn through many gaffes that sometimes we need to be silent.
I always used to say that prayer changes things, and the first thing it changes is us. If you are a regular reader, perhaps you can tell me if I am too negative…… (too depressing to be in blogland!) And I would be interested to know how you juggle with the problem of good and evil in your own lives. I suppose that is a very personal question to ask, because it is about each person’s own spirituality. Forgive me if the question troubles you; I shall be thinking about it at the same time as I think about my heritage of Presbyterian guilt.