…or Spinnaker madness? We spotted these abseilers descending the iconic Portsmouth tower as we headed out on the ferry.
Month / August 2015
Pigs
Day trip to the Isle of Wight.
Some of the younger residents of Quarr Abbey in silent contemplation.
Selsey Bill
We have met up with two of Clare’s siblings and are enjoying the the warmth of the South coast with chance to wander the beach, swim, watch sport, play cards (non competitive, naturally) explore Selsey and generally wind down.
At the eucharist at St Peter’s this morning we sang a Taize chant – Wait for the Lord, keep watch take heart – and felt that deep connection again.
Lashings of “lemonade” to celebrate Ashes win
How’s that?!
Having the best morning ever. What a start!
Amongst beauty
Di’s sister’s house is a gallery of glass pieces of beauty, created by her over the last couple of years. It has been a delight discovering them in each room we have been in. This coloured glass door is based on the idea of a mathematical fractal showing the form in which trees and rivers are made.
I hope the remembering of this lovely mosaic will awaken a deeper appreciation of creation’s forms, and an attention to the wonder of beauty wherever we find ourselves on this journey.
Leaving the NE coast behind
Wayfarer, the only way
is your footsteps, there is no other.
Wayfarer, there is no way,
you make the way as you go.
Antonio Machado
Taize light
Yesterday, a friend sent us information about the 75th Anniversary of the founding of the Taize Community by Brother Roger. The thousands who had gathered to celebrate in the vast Church of the Reconciliation on this small burgundian hill in France marked the celebration by song, silence and the sharing of bread and wine.
We are so thankful that our long journeying will take us back to Taize early next summer. It is a place where the body, mind and soul find good and simple nourishment and where we feel at home.
The smallest church in Britain…almost
St Andrews at Upleathem, lying between Saltburn and Guisborough, is one of the oldest and tiniest church buildings in the country. A sacred space of golden sandstone but without a worshipping community. We stopped to explore it on our way to a Festival of Food.
Earlier today, we experienced the welcome of the people of St Mark’s in Marske-in-Cleveland and the wonder of being strangers yet family within a community of faith.
We’re off . . .
. . . but not in this!
(a fishing boat on Marske beach)
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