Showing posts with label Season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Season. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 May 2020

A time to wait


Gordon and I have been going out for a walk every couple of days. We are fortunate to live in Angus as you are never too far from countryside or seaside. We have enjoyed exploring local nature walks and looking at the trees coming into bud and the wildflowers. In particular, the bright yellow of the gorse and broom bushes are quite spectacular.

Seeing them always remind me of Betsy Whyte’s book, ‘Yellow on the Broom’. Betsy was born into a traveller family in 1919 and brought up in the age-old tradition of the ‘mist people’–constantly moving around the country and settling down in one place only during the winter. As a sign that it was time to start traveling again they would wait for the yellow to appear on the broom.

Adam MacNaughtan, the Glasgow songwriter, read the book and then composed a song about it.

I'm weary for the springtime when we tak the road aince mair Tae the plantin and the pearlin and the berry fields o Blair We'll meet up wi oor kin folk frae a' the country roond 
When the gang-aboot folk tak the road and yellow's on the broom.

Betsy and her folk lived their lives appreciating that there was a right time, for them, to do things. A time to stay in one place and a time to move on.

Those words echo the ones found in Ecclesiastes – To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.’

It is our time just now, during the pandemic, to wait. To wait in our homes. To wait on the pavement and shop to let people walk past us at a safe distance. To wait for the news of when things will be changing.

We know that we do not wait alone. God waits with us. This is a time for waiting. And one day, there will be a time for us to move on. 

Monday, 3 September 2012

A light in the garden

Kinpurnie Castle gardens, Newtyle, July 2012

In Murray Bodo's story of the life of Clare of Assisi, A Light in the Garden, some of these seasons of the soul are touched upon:

The lives of Francis and Clare are themselves seasons of every soul, and it has something to do with Assisi in the spring becoming summer, surrendering to the gentle mists of fall, lying seemingly dead in winter, and waiting for the poppies of another spring ...

You choose your vocation in life over and over again. It is not a decision make once for all time when one is young. As Clare grew in experience and in understanding of her commitment, she had to say yes again and again to a way of life that was not exactly the life she expected at the beginning.

(From Celtic Daily Prayer - Inspirational prayers and readings from the Northumbria Community)


Saturday, 31 December 2011

It's the party season!



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I love this photo sent from the RSPB (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds). A lovely image of the deer gathering together. It is the party season. Today is Hogmanay here in Scotland. A time of celebration and gathering of friends and family. In many of our towns and cities folk gather in the centres to 'see in the New Year' as 'the bells' go at midnight. Gathering to say farewell to the old year and welcome in the new. 


As part of saying farewell to the old year it can be good to stop and look back. One tenet of Ignatian Spirituality is the of the Daily Examen. The Daily Examen is a technique of prayerful reflection on the events of the day in order to detect God’s presence and discern his direction for us.


Today, on the last day of the year, I'm going to take some time to 'Examen' my past year - to look back, to see where I have been and what I have done looking through God's eyes. Then I will be ready to see in the New Year as I gather with my family and friends.

Tuesday, 20 December 2011

The Irrational Season




This is the irrational season

When love blooms bright and wild.

Had Mary been filled with reason

There'd have been no room for the child.
 


- Madeleine L'Engle

Sunday, 11 December 2011

The Irrational Season



This is the irrational season
When love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
There'd have been no room for the child.

- Madeleine L'Engle