Dog walking

Dog walking is a great way of meeting people and enjoying getting to know them. This weekend, our labradoodle Sophy met another labradoodle, a cream one called Skippy, in Albert Park in Abingdon. Bertie, our 'Jackschund' thought Skippy was great; Sophy, being by nature 'Grand' wasn't much interested and soon raced off to chase squirrels. Skippy's owner was happy to chat to Julian and I all round the park. And next time, maybe ...

Limitations...

Having just had a few weeks recovering from being knocked out for about 5 minutes and the resultant concussion (beware, the hatchbook of a Picasso is dangerous if accidentally slammed down on someone's head!), I had the opportunity for part of that to just sit and be, enjoying time in contemplation of God and God's creation. I had nothing to do except keep the dogs company, as I couldn't even read for some of that time. It was like being on an involuntary retreat, and all the better for that! It caused a lot of re-organising for my colleagues at work, unfortunately, and now I am back to contacting people and re-scheduling appointments.

It reminds me that nothing is certain, all is provisional, and may change. We live in a fragile world. It also reminds me of the first few lines from T.S. Eliot's poem, Burnt Norton.