Card design by Mikki Butterley
It is now the 6th of November.
After several evenings of
fire-works, which did not last very long,
we have now entered a quiet period.
Our guest-house was full of visitors,
and now other guests are due.
Some single guests will stay
in Saint Josephs, close to our Chapel,
while others - seeking a short period alone -
will be in Emmaus.
Autumn is finally declaring its presence
with falling leaves and periodic sunshine.
The intermittent rain and sunshine
seem to echo the state of our world.
Our local grey squirrels, perched on trees
close to our Chapel,
dropped empty seed cases
on the Chapel roof while we were at prayer.
I think we all rather enjoyed that -
especially if the service went on too long !
Photograph by Sister Clare
The day is overcast.
Only a few branches of the tall trees
are swaying gently, allowing their golden leaves
to fall to the ground.
Many years ago, for remembrance,
I painted this view from an upstairs window.
This account was put together by Sister Christopher.
The gale arrived but once here it really took off.
It lasted well into the night.
It was accompanied by lashings of rain,
which we heard while silently
eating our supper in the refectory.
Rain battered down on a perspex roof
which joined both our house and our freezer area
to the laundry.
Apparently by the time our gale - wind 49 miles an hour -
had crossed the Pennines it had become a storm,
raging at 60 miles per hour.
Today our garden is covered with golden leaves ....
These days the BBC Met.Office gives Weather Warnings
to prepare people for disruptions or hazardous conditions.
The warning for South Wales last night was bleak:
South Wales will be flooded
and it was.
This has been an unexpectedly
Dave and his name-sake came to clear away
the remnants of carpets which had been removed yesterday...
Warren came to check some of the doors
which had become
almost immovable during the carpet changing process.
His wife Sharon stayed in the van
quietly doing paper-work.
Warren also secured the chair-lift ...
Sister Clare asked if she could call someone
to assess the drains .......
He proved to be a very thoughtful man,
who had been here before.
All these things were duly done
and a measure of tranquillity
returned by mid morning !
Friday 16th November
The gulls continue their quest for food,
making loud squawking calls
which are quite unnerving !
The day is dull and clouded,
with the trees slowly moving a few branches
against a dull sky.
Sunday 25th November
Our beautiful trees have mostly shed their leaves.
A few are touched by the wind
against a sky hiding the Welsh Hills.
It is the season when the local gulls
are questing for food, waiting on various roof-tops
for the breaking of bread.
While I break the bread for the gulls
I think of Our Lord at the Last Supper,
when the bread was shared with His disciples
It is now shared with us ....
Yet autumn too heralds
both death and new life - now hidden in the earth
and awaiting its own resurrection.
The gulls have their own look-outs
to alert their companions
that the bread which sustains life
is now being scattered for them.....
Wishing you every blessing
for this coming Advent.