...of a walk with Canis Minor. Ignatius recommends and Examen of the senses as a way of finding God in all things.
Sight: oh, so much. Bright low sunlight that made me shade my eyes. Green spikes and furls pushing through the earth. The bright green of lichen on trees trunks. The breast of a robin caught in the Sun's rays - an unbelievable brightness. (The picture above is a robin at Titchwell nature reserve in Norfolk, a few winters ago).
Hearing: birdsong: robins, great tits, a wren... Ringed-necked parakeets - raucous interlopers, but they still make me smile. Children playing football on the playing fields in the distance.
Smell: cold air, the river, damp earth, fresh leaves.
Taste: memories of breakfast: hot, strong coffee and ginger marmalade.
Touch: mud sucking at my boots. Bark of trees. Cold fingers.
"This is what I love when I love my God" (St Augustine)
So, in the past week I've had some thoughts about spiritual direction, to be continued this week, I hope. A reflection on the turning of the year; and a few thoughts about a controversially (to some) named flavour of crisps. Welcome!
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