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.
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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!