allmannerofthings

Prayer, be our weaving

It’s my mid-week day off. The kids are at school; the house is quiet. In amongst the domestic jobs and becoming too easily distracted and absorbed by scrolling news and posts on the screen - I search out for a way to find some stillness.

Last night I arrived home from work – and like usual, after greeting the kids, I summoned the dog, took the lead and headed out for a walk around the block.It’s a nice way to transition back to home after a day in the office. The dog is rearing to go. We head out and meet the night. At this time of year, there’s only a whisper of light left. The shadows are deep. The mountain in the distance is dark and calls the night.

Our dog, Pepper, and I have just returned home from an overnight trip to Bendigo, which is over two hours drive away. Pepper has returned with an insatiable need to itch. I have returned home with an insatiable need to be still.

It is a golden Sunday afternoon.

‘When sorrows like sea billows roll

...all manner of things…