Mothering heights

Mottram church on a Sunday, with the morning sun reflecting off the east window. This taken from indoors because of self-isolating

I did like those clouds. There is less haze now, and they are seen more easily.

Meanwhile, when people are in that church and many other churches this morning, they will be thinking about Mothering Sunday. ‘Mothering’ is a verb not a person (well verb-based anyway, present participle or gerund or something like that). It’s a job that we all need doing for us – maybe for much of our lives – for instance we must keep learning or die. Mothers do the nurturing thing for most people when they are young and we celebrate that. But so do fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, siblings, ‘The Church’ (the original meaning of this day), schools, workmates and so on. It’s an important job, an important relationship, and not to be neglected or exploited.

Also, as J reminds me, it’s bloody hard work.

Thank you God for everyone who has brought me on, helped me to grow up.