There is a great richness of creativity and awareness in the human spirit.
Some of the fruits of this inspiration - as appropriate to Argyll - are set
out in this page.
The Remarkable Place
I sit by the window as Autumn colours begin to turn to the starkness of Winter.
My first year back in Argyll has passed.
I wondered last Autumn , what would it be like, in my new role, the wife of a Minister. What an adventure it has been, not just a relationship, but I have been given a whole quiver full of new friends. The Churches of Glassary, Ford and Kilmartin linked with the North Knapdale are full of the most friendly and colourful folk you could have the pleasure to meet. It has been the love and warmth of the people here in those places and the sharing of their faith, worshipping with them, belonging to the family of God, with my brothers and sisters in Christ, that has added to the enjoyment of living here and supporting my husband as he seeks to serve and lead them.
This place is a truly remarkable place, a gathering place.
Perfect Lord, God of the imperfect
Sinless saviour, God of the sinful
Loving Lord, God of the unloving
All seeing Saviour, God of the Spiritually blind
All listening Lord, God of the hard of hearing
All powerful Saviour, God of the powerless
Ever present Lord, God of the trapped
We praise you and worship you,
You ,by the shedding of your blood, made us perfect in your sight, and set us free.
You made us sinless through your death,
You love us unconditionally.
You sent us your Holy Spirit, so that we can see you, hear you , know your voice.
You give us power through your wonderful name, to follow you.
Oh great and mighty God, so awesome that our small minds cannot cope with the magnitude of who you are, yet you bend down to us and take us in your arms .
All glory, Praise and Honour be yours for evermore, Amen.
Lover of the poor
Lover of the poor,
defender of the needy,
sanctuary of the rejected:
for all who suffer injustice today,
for those with nothing to share
for those with much to share but none to share with
we offer from our hearts this prayer.
We seek for them, O God,
the gifts that are dear to us:
food for the table,
drink for the soul,
shelter in the night
and open arms to welcome us.
Florentine Gaydon (Twinkle)
How different from July -
brown bracken, no willow warbler or wren,
no sandpipers calling;
instead loose flocks of Starlings mingle with
Redwings on the Rowan.
The tides, black piers and rocks –
they never change;
hermit crabs still scurry
beyond the barnacle and dog-whelk stones.
But the heather’s over;
the sundew, the midges -
all have ceased activity. Wet Aspen
leaves flutter down to earth
by dead rhododendrons.
I still sense bog-myrtle....
Some reflections by Paul Heppleston
Orange Orange Orange
I like dandelions
Noise and Peace
On Bardsey 2012
The court of the KIng
The bank manager in white
The road block
The Oystercatcher and the wind