No one about when I walked this morning, except for a man staggering home from town and the security men from the University driving their van along the Prom. It was a lovely walk. A light breeze from off the sea but other than that the air was still and not too cold. Seagulls soared silently above the Pier no doubt bemused at the lack of noise and take away cartons from which to scavenge. I remember past occasions of walking on the beach in St Ives and that same lovely sense of peace and space. I think of all those I love and who are far from me. I send them love through the ether and wish them joy. But I am content. He and I will walk to church later this morning. He is doing it for me and for that I am grateful. I want to be there on his arm. I go there to think, to share communion and prayers and to step outside of my own concerns to a place where the bigger, the global is acknowledged.
Another programme of the excellent Telling Tales on the radio. I cannot remember the name of the writer, Jeremy someone, what I do know is that he was one of the contributors to The League of Gentlemen. He spoke so eloquently about the process of writing. ‘You write to find out what you think’, he said.
I just need to let it be, all of it, and most of all me. A simple day today – the Christmas flurry belongs to another time. We shall do little. It is enough to light candles and be together. I am blessed.
