Helen has been toiling mightily of late on her new
website, and now it’s up. I don’t think I knew that she was going to teach a mosaic
course on Pelion in September. It sounds good. The link is as before – see the
sidebar.
We’ve had another tough day here.
I’ve done a bit more Polliwog knitting, and should
reach the exciting next section tomorrow. You have been promised a photograph
and I am aware that I haven't produced one yet.
Kate Davies has a new blog
post up, with wonderful pictures of things people have knitted from her “Inspired
by Islay” book. How does anyone have the time? I was overjoyed to learn that a
new collection and new yarns are on
the way. I had been a bit afraid that the book she is working on, about her stroke
– which promises to be extremely interesting – had taken over from knitting for
the time being.
Total Irrelevance
I don’t always get to Mass these days, unless Helen is
here and free to come and manage things in Drummond Place. She did, last
Sunday, and it was all about the Good Shepherd.
And what I thought about was the day I was walking
towards the village and found myself behind a shepherd (Bob Forsyth, I think,
who is now buried one space down from my grandson Oliver in the new cemetery
along the Bumpy Road). In front of him were a flock of sheep, and at the head
of that procession, a dog.
When the leading sheep reached the point just before
the new cemetery where there is a wee burn and a track, Mr Forsyth (still from
behind) told the dog what to do with a sharp whistle and, probably, for all I
can remember, a single syllable of instruction.
The dog translated that into language that sheep could
understand – “We’re going to turn right here, and go through that gate.” And
they all did, without agitation, and Mr Forsyth and the dog followed and closed
the gate.
I suspect they didn’t have sheepdogs in the Middle East
in biblical times. I don’t see how this anecdote could be turned into a parable
– the dog would have to become a bishop, perhaps? But it is for me a very happy
memory.
Jean, is that the cemetery as you go by the church in Kirkmichael? Kath and I went by that one as we walked through the village. I can still picture that exact moment and place. I remember thinking about you as we went through the village that morning, heading out for the next part of the Cateran Trail.
ReplyDeleteActually they did have sheepdogs in biblical times - at least by New Testament times. Before that it was more likely to be the neighbours of the Jewish people who had them but by the time of Christ they were in use to guard sheep and herd them.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely image for a good shepherd.
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