Paraclete

I didn’t know what the word meant. Dorothy L Sayers used it in one of her poems that David Coomes quotes in his biography. He was reading The Times online and I asked him to look up its meaning on Google. He is always happy to oblige. I find if I don’t strike when the iron is hot I lose the chance and it is forgot. It’s a religious word, usually to do with the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit as a guiding force. I don’t even know how to pronounce it. It is para – ‘cleat’ or ‘clet’? She was clearly a bright woman, and more than a little awesome. But we all have our trials, even if we are brilliant. She kept losing her hair. Whenever she was ill it just fell out. A doctor told her it was because she was troubled mentally. Is it such a ridiculous suggestion? He suggested that she find contentment. Just like that?

It drizzles a little outside. No sun today. Never mind, there is much to do. Get everything ready. Then tea. Then work.

She replied almost straight away and sounding happy. I’m glad, so glad.