“Close” is one of those words with multiple meanings and it has a usage peculiar to my home town of Edinburgh, where a close is a small alleyway or courtyard leading from the Royal Mile to the North and South of the City (usually with lots of worn and steep steps involved). The close was usually named after a memorable occupant of one of the apartments reached by the common entrance, or a trade plied by one or more residents.
So today’s picture is of Advocate’s Close and, as I am not in Edinburgh, the picture is by Jonny Baker on Flickr:
Last October, we were burgled. Sadly the things that were taken were all of great sentimental rather than monitory value, things with memories attached. The burglars weren’t interested in “stuff” – just money (there was none of that lying around!) and jewellery that could be easily melted down for cash. Consequently we now use our burglar alarm and we have many more of these on gates and garage.
Today’s picture was taken last October when we were in Spain.
This light was above the patio outside the wee cottage we were renting in Andalusia. We sat out there every night, enjoying the peace, the food and (yes) the wine – all just a memory on this cold March morning. (Note the husband, planning the next day’s activities by the light of his Kindle – yes the wifi reached the patio 😎).
Word of the day (20) is water. Today’s picture is a memory, as it was taken last Easter, when we visited Chester Cathedral.
In the Cloisters of Chester Cathedral there is an amazing garden, with a sculptural water feature by Stephen Broadbent.
The ‘Water of Life’ presents the life changing encounter between Jesus and the woman of Samaria (found in chapter four of John’s Gospel). The circular shape brings the two figures face to face, lending intensity and tenderness to the encounter. Water flows continually from the shared cup, over the hands and into the pool in the dish below, from where the sculpture is illuminated, through the water.
Around the dish are the words:- ‘Jesus said “the water that / I shall give will be an / inner spring always welling / up for eternal life.” (John 4:14).
Today’s word is not that easy to photograph. The last time we had an actual itinerary was for our first ever trip to the USA back in 2014. It was a special family holiday for our 30th wedding anniversary and the only time we have ever booked with a travel company. They took care of all the flights and trains and hotels for Boston, New York and Washington DC. And they secured the lovely villa we occupied in Naples, Florida. The itinerary was personalised and very impressive:
It was an amazing trip.
Still on the Lenten snapshots and the word is space.
I am cheating a bit today, as this is a photo my husband took last October of the the ceiling in Grenada Cathedral – he snapped it very quickly as photography is not allowed inside the Cathedral (I was pretending I wasn’t with him!)
The cathedral is truely stunning, wonderfully over the top – yet still a sacred space.
NaBloPoMo is a blogging challenge – prompting us to write a post on our blog every day for the month of November. So I am giving it a whirl 😃.
Today the RevGals prompt was about Sunday clothing – for me, usually a black clerical shirt, dark skirt, Geneva gown and a stole of some kind, sometimes in a liturgical colour.
Zoom back nearly 50 (gulp) years, and my Sunday clothing was very different. Growing up in Presbyterian Scotland, it was your “Sunday best” that came out on the Sabbath. I can remember, even now, the feel and the smell of my smart brown button up coat – and how horribly itchy it was! But Sunday also meant “the muff” .
It was a simpler time, and in the 1960s it meant this:
A furry hand warming thing that hung on a string around your neck.
I certainly needed one of these in the cold dark church I attended as a young child, where the children of the Sunday School were gathered on the front pew under the pulpit and under the beady eye of the minister’s wife (a woman who terrified the living day lights out of me!)
So my early memories of church were: the cold, the itchy coat and the warmth of the furry muff in which I clutched a “trupp’ney bit” in my sweaty palm – for those of you too young to remember “old money”, it was one of these:
Truppence or 3d to go in the collection plate.
Ok, now I feel old, and am going in search of the anti wrinkle cream 😫
I am taking up the Challenge to write a blog post every day for November, as I have rather got out of the blogging habit. So much so, that it feels as if I am learning to use WordPress all over again!
The pictures are some of the 131 shoe boxes which my congregation have collected for the Blythswood shoebox appeal.
The quilt was there to help us visualise a story I used during the service, as part of the dedication of our shoeboxes. It is well worth reading here – at the BBC news site, a tale about “the man who kept a quilt for 70 years”.
The quilt in my picture was made by my little sister, as an engagement gift for me and my husband. Although it is not yet 70 years old, it is wearing well in its 32 year! It usually brightens up an old sofa in our front room. It is something I treasure too, because of all the happy associations that come with it, and the knowledge that it was made with such love and care when my sister was just 15.
Off to Edinburgh for today’s photograph – wonderful evening shot taken from Salisbury Crags above Holyrood by Tom at Weephotos.
Feeling nostalgic for the City, so many happy memories…
“Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow