taking a moment

Visited a pleasant town with nice coffee shops. Took the car. Drove slowly.  Read my book at a window seat facing a sunny street, not wearing my dog collar, not looking at my phone. Ignoring deadly viruses and failed impeachment trials I perused a new painting on the cafe wall. Smelled my flat white. Noticed…

coming back to my rest

The first time a wise minister suggested to me that all ministry should flow from a place of rest, I had no idea what he was talking about. I probably thought, ‘it’s alright for you mate, you’re retired’ (which he was). Nonetheless I decided to think about what he said, ponder it, chew it over….