A day of peace. Of rhythms. Of sunshine and rain. Of fallowing and harvest. Of family and familiar strangers. Peace.
Thank you, Lord.
At times kneeling to the Heaven of my heart,
At times singing psalms;
At times contemplating the King of Heaven, Chief of the Holy Ones;
At times at work without compulsion, This would be delightful.
At times plucking duilisc from the rocks
At other times fishing
At times distributing food to the poor
At times in a hermitage.
Poem attributed to Saint Columba, founder of Iona abbey (Source: http://www.emergentkiwi.org.nz/archive/life-to-the-full-plucking-duilisc/)