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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
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Where the river meets the sea
Being aware that a drop of water flows from the river into the sea is a good way of remembering that we are all part of a bigger whole. Mystical? Perhaps – but true nonetheless.
Continuing the holiday mood
Having a day out in the big city. Bigger than Oban! This year I am really getting the hang of being retired and able to do what I feel like and really enjoy it. So it has taken over three … Continue reading
Mondays again
Thank goodness…. another Monday….. another Day Off. PS – Let there not be rain on this St Swithin’s day!
The best way
Thank you, Lord, for a new day. For light growing through the dawn And hope flowing through my body. Thank you for all the good things: A rose in bloom; Wind-blown grasses; the busyness of insects; the chattering birds. Thank … Continue reading
Existentialism in workers
I know, I know, what an odd title. Today there is a central heating engineer at the homestead; he is revamping the rather creaking oil central heating system – especially the electrical side of things. This engineer works on his … Continue reading
Sea beans
In her comment on yesterday’s post, Lydia set me searching the net. It is possible to buy sea beans on ebay. That somehow feels like cheating though, I should like to find one while walking a beach. Apparently, they tend … Continue reading
Days away
Am just back from a few days campervanning in Kintyre. Highlights were: much better weather than was expected – ie sunshine and very little rain; glistening, crisp,white shell sand beaches; a little dog running on the beach dodging the waves; … Continue reading
Mondays
Mondays are not wash days any more. Unless I feel driven or the sun is shining. Mondays are Days Off.
Breathing and prayer
Breathing in I know I am breathing in. Breathing out I know I am breathing out. Breathing in I see myself as a flower. Breathing out I feel fresh. Breathing in I see myself as a mountain. Breathing out I … Continue reading