Strange days, with few groups turning up and the quietness everywhere that comes with snow. It has not snowed again however in spite of dire daily warnings of impending blizzards, I am quite disappointed. I crunch my way across the the front lawn to get my car out to drive a resident to work as she is nervous about falling over on the ice rink that is Colebrook Street. On the way back I skid and nearly bump into a wall, so I decide to stay indoors and do boring admin jobs at my desk in the warm by the aga. But I feel lazy and unfit with no early morning swimming or cycling. One group that did come this morning was a new Pilates class and the meeting room was filled with young women lying on the floor with their legs in the air. I often marvel at the range of activities that go on in that room: Quaker silence, Buddhist chanting,yoga, circle dancing, earnest discussions, children playing, to mention a few.
I lit a fire for meeting for worship yesterday and someone spoke of the `ministry of the fire crackling` which is an interesting concept.