Musings from Michaelhouse
Why is it that I’m always five minutes late for everything? I found myself musing on this when I arrived for Morning Prayer half way through the psalm for the second time this week. Am I congenitally incapable of being on time or is it something about our modern world that makes me think that it’s good to pack in one more thing before dashing to the next? This morning it was loading up the washing machine.
Next week I’m off on retreat – the Hebrides beckon – and I know I will learn afresh that life in all its fullness is very different from living a full life. I think it was Mandela that said ‘Be the change you wish to see in the world’. While I know this, it’s hard to live it, or rather to simply ‘be’ it. Any suggestions – other than not doing the washing or making Morning Prayer either shorter or longer – gratefully received!