It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.
Our Real Work – Wendell Berry
I return to Throssel today. It has been a brilliant time, a change of pace so to speak. Now, rested, renewed and with much to reflect on. Grateful.
Here are some images taken while I have been away on renewal/rest/ retreat. Too bad I couldn’t catch a photograph of the Kingfisher or the Red kite I saw. Or the Otter!
The pony with upper lip hair was a first for me. The balloon found in a field a sad reminder of what gets sent up into the air in celebration and then lands as litter.
Monty the Tortoise featured in last year’s renewal time and here he is again. He loves his salad.
Picking up litter recreationally? It takes all sorts to make up this big wild world and thank goodness for that. Enjoy with me the scone, jam, cream and fresh strawberries I ordered to celebrate – being alive.
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Be prepared to be ‘amused’.
Impressive close up, impressive at a distance. Had a grand day out today.
Remembrance – Rev. Myfanwy a blog post on the Throssel blog. There are links to two posts from last year where her friends and family and sangha members posted their memories of their encounters with the Reverend. I find it rather touching to read those comments again now.
And while we are remembering, have a thought for all those caught up in the devastating temperatures along the West side of North America. In particular the village of Lytton which was almost totally destroyed by fire.