ENTRY 1293 | JUNE
June brought summer to Belfast, after everyone had been dreading another
"year without a summer," which they are saying happened
here last year. With a spring of week after week of windy, cold, rainy
weather after two, even three, weeks of snow-covered ground in April,
summery days were never more welcome. That's my excuse for not doing
anything here since May 30; the weather has been too good most of
these days to do anything other than go out taking pictures and generally
enjoying nature's wonders. The past week has been like San Francisco
dropped down into County Antrim, which is my answer to C.S. Lewis's
oft-quoted "my idea of paradise is Oxford dropped down in the
middle of County Down." (Counties Antrim and Down occupy opposite
sides of the River Lagan, for non-Ulster readers.) And from what my
smart phone has been telling me, thus far this may be shaping up as
a year with no summer for my Allegheny Mountains homeland in Western
Pennsylvania, as it has been rain, rain, rain there this month thus
far, and more of the same is forecast for days yet to come. On the
other hand, my summer there last year couldn't have been more beautiful.
are off in England on a retreat on the storied Lindisfarne, I have
the house to myself and can't afford yet another dayticket on the
metro (having done that for the past three days), so I've run out
of excuses not to write here (not to mention my feet are too sore
to take a walking tour today . . . my knee pain, described
here on May 29, finally subsided almost entirely, but the pain
in my right foot has been harder to shake and in fact seems to have
migrated up to my ankle).
my friend Jack Lamb has returned from his six-week sabbatical in Mumbai,
India, so I'm easing back into some of our usual meetings and other
pursuits (busy-busy). Meanwhile, I've also met with a literary agent
who's offered to take my book on Lewis's spiritual biography to some
of the publishers who refuse direct contact from authors. Halleluia
(or, as Siri, the constant companion-assistant on my iPad translates
that, Honolulu Ya!). Meanwhile, my housemates and I are planning
a week in County Donegal at the end of this month, and on attending
Ireland's major writing event in Armagh in July. Meanwhile, friends
keep asking, "why Northern Ireland?" Well, duh, it's San
Francisco plopped down on the coast of County Antrim! Where else?
I'm enjoying making videos and taking stills more than ever with my
Galaxy S4 14-megapixel camera (which also explains the continued sore
feet). Here are a few samples, taken in Belfast's Waterworks park
last week. These and more like them are available on my Google+
You can comment on today's topic on the page linked here:
I've had only
one comment thus far since starting the comments page. Maybe I'm not
doing something right? Feedback always welcome.
Today's Gospel reading is the longest one of the whole year, but that's
no proper topic for homiletical reflection. It's fascinating how the
man born blind but healed by Jesus is prodded to tell more about it,
and finally to face the main question of his life, what is he to do
with Him? Have you faced that same question?
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