Will the rains never cease?
Last week there was a day without rain. I remember it happened but I can’t recall what it felt like. Perhaps it was a dream. The main thing that stays with me though is the sound of the birds as they woke up at about 4:30 am. There was a cacophony outside our open window. It was joyful, loud and enthusiastic, full of joie de vivre. Oddly though, the only one I was really aware of was some poor little bird, not blessed with the gift of song. All it said was “meeeeep” every 5 seconds. To get the right kind of grating quality to the sound you need to sit up straight, tense your throat and lean your head back (trust me, I just practiced it). Weird how it’s the simple and irritating that sticks in your mind when there’s beauty all around it. Or maybe that’s just me.
Oh dear. I wish I could be upbeat and funny today but I can’t. I just can’t. My mood is ocean like - a reflection of the sky. The grey, dreary, low sky. Sigh. Of course, my day didn’t start brilliantly. I made the mistake of cleaning my bathroom mirror yesterday. Really well. And this crow is a pretty good likeness of what stared back at me. Did you know there's is a quarterly magazine called "Crone"? I think I'll be next month's cover 'girl'. Ah reality, what’s so great about it exactly?
At least I can be sure the office will be full of joy tomorrow. Joy is my fabulous super-office volunteer. She won’t let me take a picture of her to put on here unfortunately – I would love to introduce her to you. She says she doesn’t like having pictures taken. Apparently, she says, they “all come out looking like me”. She’s quite the tonic.
So – as you can see I need some help. I know I may appear to be terribly windswept and interesting (yes, I am being sarcastic) but it’s all a carefully constructed web of deceit. So, please could you help me? Our website needs content and goodness knows, you do not want me to become “The Voice of All Saints”. Imagine the type of people that would attract! It doesn’t bear thinking about!
So, come on. Get your pen and paper, find some photo’s, tell your story. We need your input and your personalities to show. Tell us what brings you here on a Sunday and give us your ideas or hopes for the future of All Saints. Just write, and be you (although we may edit "you" a little).
On a different subject - did you know the collective noun for ferrets is a “busyness”. Owls can be called “A Parliament” but also a “Stare”. Personally I prefer that one. I wonder what the term would be for a collection of people with nothing to say who still manage to fill a page with words and publish in on-line each week? Oh, that would be a bunch of flowers.