November 2017 |
The grass is freckled with fallen leaves. A crow attacked a magpie on the lawn but by banging on a window I became the herald of peace ...! *
STEPHANOTIS known for its waxy white flowers. It is a gift from friends who first met us at Talacre Abbey, and now come to Chester in the autumn. * 6th November It is strange how inspiration comes and goes while the distant cars on busy roads still sound like the surf on the sea-shore ... The leaves continue to fall, patterning both paths and flower-beds and grass with the warmth of autumnal colours. Yet all inspiration has vanished and I sit at the keyboard not knowing what to write. * We celebrated a Memorial Office today for all our deceased relatives and benefactors. This was a day late as the 5th fell on a Sunday. Guy Fawkes was being remembered on several previous evenings with fireworks and loud explosions in which we, as Catholics, do not participate, although we enjoy the fireworks ! At least one Sister saw the display of lights coming from the Roodee. I wonder how many people now know that Guy Fawkes was a Catholic in a century when Catholics were being persecuted? But then he and his associates wanted to destroy the Houses of Parliament and the Protestants in it. They were executed at the stake, hence the subsequent Guys on bonfires....
A later depiction of Guy Fawkes * 10th November The wind is howling and the trees sway, shaking off their leaves. The Welsh hills in the west are invisible but our tall trees shine in the sunshine, with every single branch dancing to a different rhythm .... I think we human beings are like that: we have the same roots and trunk but retain our own identity. Life in a religious community echoes this - we are clothed in similar garments but our movements and our thoughts remain our own. * 11th November Our garden is full of different plants and shrubs. A few days ago our gardener Dave showed me a plant he had never seen before. A Sister researched it and found out its name: it is called a thorn apple. (Its name in Latin is Datura stramonium.) Changes in our climate have altered many aspects of nature and in our area autumn itself has not yet fully begun.
This plant is classified as a weed ...... * 15th November Leaves from trees have been falling steadily and Dave has been gathering them up. He spent yesterday morning conveying them to a local tipping-site. Some bushes have been gently flowering even though their leaves had been cast off..... It was too wet for the cats to go out, although Brunie came out in the afternoon when the rain had ceased, and Cornflake had been out before it began ! *
November 2017 It is the season of gulls again. They perch on our guest-house roof waiting for food to be scattered on the grass within our monastic enclosure. They wait patiently and quietly for a long time. When I emerge from the door to scatter bread, return indoors, their raucous chatter proclaims the time to descend. While still in flight, skimming over the grass they snatch some food - only to be briefly replaced by some companions who are equally hungry. It takes about five minutes before peace returns. This is not quite the same as the poor feeding from the remains left under the rich mans table but the need of gulls for food seems to be as great ...... * AUTUMN When the trees their summer splendour Change to raiment red and gold, When the summer moon turns mellow, And the nights are getting cold; When squirrels hide their acorns, When the woodchucks disappear; Then we know that it is autumn, Loveliest season of the year. Carol L. Riser * 21st November Periodically, when we are at prayer together in our lovely Chapel, certain words suddenly enlighten me - but then they slip away like running water. Why is it that our minds cannot always retain the loveliness and profundity of thought ? Perhaps it is better that we only have fleeting glimpses before the clouds gather once more. In childhood I loved seeing the suns rays appearing from behind the clouds..... Today the weather is dull but golden leaves still enlighten my mind as fallen leaves shine on the grass and flower-beds.... *
Mandala Autumn Glory * It was another of those bright, rather wistful days when, what with the wind and the rain and the piercing November sunshine, every tree and bush and sapling in the woods seemed thinner and lonelier; leafy branches no longer touching warmly, but only the tips of twigs, almost unleafed, touching with a little restrained gesture of farewell, until the spring sap should rise and leaf-buds spread out, bringing them all together again. Cecily Hallack * Advent will begin again quite soon making the circle of the year into a veritable round. When I was young an artist told me that all Nature is a circle ..... the branches of trees and natural growth - even our own bodies. It is a strange wonder - but when we look at our hands and fingers, our legs and our arms, we can glimpse something of that truth ..... A circle is a symbol of wholeness, and we are part of it. Amen
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