Nice to hear a couple of curlews today – an evocative sound. Now I’m back there’s some blue sky between the little showers. Someone saw roe deer on a hillside: I don’t usually see them unless they cross the Trail in front of me, which doesn’t usually happen unless I’m out before the first dog.
In the Lectionary, Psalm 133 no doubt refers to a serious ceremony of anointing – but with the oil getting everywhere it reads like abundance and fun and the abandonment of restraint.
Meanwhile, in Belfast the trouble continues. The decisions we make have consequences.
Please pray for the peace of Northern Ireland.