There has been a silence from north of the border: we retreated for a week to Perthshire to explore the Highlands in the winter. We found a remarkable retreat in the Mackintosh Building in Comrie and enjoyed discovering a village which was very much alive in January. We could buy our steak pie, check the internet while supping delicious hot chocolate at the cafe and found the earthquake house (the smallest listed building in Britain), where a seismograph records tremors all round the world.
However the highlight of the week was to be able to walk in fresh snow in stunning sunshine, gasping at the light, the patterns formed by the snow on the trees. It was energising, refreshing, and we caught something of the wonder of a snowy world amongst the hills of Scotland.
I managed to read 2 books: Alistair’s Moffats recent history of Scotland and Anthony Doerr’s All the light we cannot see. A real joy to sample two contrasting volumes, which left me exhausted but inspired. This was a really good holiday.
Yet it was time to come home yesterday. There are people to visit, meetings to chair, the circuit to lead. The holiday has contributed to the rhythm of life: with time to reflect, grieve, give thanks, connect with a world of beauty. Now it is back to a different pace of life: the challenges and expectations of circuit ministry. This is the ebb and flow of life. Rhythm . . . it is a good word, holding in itself a sense of wholeness, of fulness of life.
I return to Glasgow ready to walk its streets, engage with its people. We pulled away for a short season and have a new energy to seize the day again. It is good to be Back in Glasgow.
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