Candlemas

Today is Candlemas Sunday.  It falls forty days after Christmas, and, in the Christian tradition, it marks the official end of the Christmas season.  Once, today was the date that all Christmas decorations were brought down.  Can you imagine having still had your tree up until now?  Today, candles are brought to church, they are … Continue reading Candlemas

Stew

I feel like I’m adjusting from this to that, from something to other, but I have no idea what either is.  I simply have a sense that I am somewhere indeterminate, somewhere between before and after. How’s that for a jumbled description of my current juddering internal compass?  Let me try harder to explain.  It’s as … Continue reading Stew

Waiting

‘A watched pot never boils’ – that’s what my Nana used to say, meaning that the more we concentrate on a desired outcome, the longer it seems to take. She was also a fan of the phrase, ‘as soon as my back is turned’ – that one wasusually employed in relation to me pilfering sweets from her … Continue reading Waiting

Far Off Fields

‘At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen.  Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon.’  My book group has just finished reading Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary.  Insights such as this into … Continue reading Far Off Fields