Drove west this morning through Crieff and Comrie and the great symphony of autumn colours to Balquidder where Joan had organised a group of friends to play Dvorak’s Serenade for Strings. A great experience – I mimed in the back of the Second Violins remembering the days before ministry gobbled me up and I could play the violin on a good day. And then back to Perth to do a little light preaching at Choral Evensong in the Cathedral marking the end of an RSCM day for Choirs – marking too the fact that music and singing had a considerable part to play in my calling to ministry. So you win some, you lose some.
Clearly Blogstead is working its magic on you and you are no longer located in space and time. If I had to declare Blogstead as being in any time zone, it would have to be ‘in-between’ – caught in that tingling theologically-defined space between ‘never again’ and ‘well maybe’
kairos time meeting chronos? My watch says 10.50pm!