Between Gertrude and Henry…
…sounds like a stage direction from a farce! Maybe it is! It is also where we are at the moment in Scotland and parts of Ireland, England and Wales – drawing breath after Storm Gertrude and holding it in anticipation of Storm Henry on Monday! Andrew and I have not suffered any damage or danger so we are amongst the lucky ones. As we sleep directly under Velux windows we were very aware of the torrential rain during the night on Thursday and woke on Friday morning to find our garden furniture creatively scattered around the patio, but many suffered real damage or lost electricity in the storm – no joke on cold, wet, dark mornings.
Yesterday morning I listened to the Radio 4 “Act of Worship” led on that occasion by Rev. Dr. Mark Wakelin – known to many of us in the Methodist church (& beyond). He spoke about the dark, cold winter (even using the Scottish term, “dreich”!) but went to to point towards Spring, towards light after darkness, hope after despair. Positive words. Then in a brief sunny interval I set out to walk to the local shop and was delighted to notice a few tiny Iris Reticulata blooming in the front borders. Even though it was sleeting viciously by the time I came home, they still cheered me – a harbinger of longer, warmer days to come.
Sometimes it is only in very tiny things that we can find courage and grace in the winter storms of life. But, as I remember a minister from my teenage years quoting often, are we not called (by Zechariah I think) to “despise not the day of small things”? Keep warm. Jill