I am from cots, beds And starchy white aprons I am from ward 8 Thermometers, bedpans And the wireless in the corner I am from silent looks And pass-it-on clothes I’m from the Lord is my shepherd And Amazing Grace, The Sacred Heart statue And the Angelus at noon. I am from the larks And… Continue reading I am from…
I’ve been reflecting on the project we are asked to describe as emerging from this Pilgrimage, in each of our journeys. Right at the beginning, St. David’s injunction to “do the little things” spoke to me, and I ramped up my response to every need I encountered, feeling glad still to be useful in retirement.… Continue reading “Slow work”
