Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Mary In The Vestry


Sorrel went home this morning and the cottage reverted back to a " cottage of dogs" . I caught up with a few jobs, then penned a brief thank you to Gaynor the Mad Organist for the easter eggs she sent to The Prof and I . I planned to pop the note under the organ keys cover before I cleaned the church today.
It was a joy to be in Church as the whole place felt heavy and heady with the smell of Easter lilies. 
I took Mary with me and tied her lead to the vestry door as I hoovered and dusted and everything was strangely silent when I finished , so I sat in the semi darkness like I always do and daydreamed for a while.
I reflected about a few things in the quieness and the peace.
Things that blogs really don't need to hear about not on a sunny day
And I only got up, when I  could hear Mary happily emptying the contects of the vicar's  waste bin all over the vestry floor.,like a toddler thundering through her toy box



33 comments:

  1. Adding an extra note to the keyboard could prove confusing...

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  2. I hope the reflection gave you some peace of mind John?

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  3. Awww...Bless... Happy Easter, John!

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  4. For no particularly good reason....

    When the sky is a bright canary yellow
    I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen,
    So they called me a cockeyed optimist
    Immature and incurably green.

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  5. Cleanliness is next to Godliness .... I would enjoy spring cleaning and inhaling the lillies myself, sounds very therapeutic.

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  6. As soon as you mentioned how quiet it was I thought 'where the heck in MARY!' A quiet puppy is non existent!

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    1. Me too !
      I assumed she was chewing thru the door to get outside.

      cheers, parsip

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  7. Mary in the vestry? You do live dangerously, John!

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  8. In view of your recent blogs about Mary, I feared the worst....

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  9. There's nothing more heady than the smell of lilies in a chapel or small church. My senses are on overload with sweet memories.

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    1. Yes.....there is sonething quite magical about it

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  10. I do a bit of church cleaning as well. How come nobody comes near when I am dashing about with hoover and duster, yet when I sit down for a moment of quiet contemplation half the parish turns up?

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  11. I do a bit of church cleaning as well. How come nobody comes near when I am dashing about with hoover and duster, yet when I sit down for a moment of quiet contemplation half the parish turns up?

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    1. I lock the door after me

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  12. But after your time of contemplation John I am sure you forgave her.

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  13. Joyful John, playful Mary. Life is good.

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  14. good for mary; bet you cleaned it up quickly and left. and sometimes private thoughts are best left private.

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  15. ...... at least it wasn't her bowel's that she emptied John !!! XXXX

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    1. The lilies would have masked it

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  16. You sound a bit sad. You ok John?

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    1. Sad for a church moment Theresa x

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  17. Glad the little tyke brought you back to a bit more pleasant reality. Thank god for that sweety darling.

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  18. Oh that Mary! Only she would do something like that....such a sweetie!

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  19. Thank goodness for the brisk reality Mary carries along in her wake.

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  20. I can picture you contemplating in your church. I often do the same, which for a militant atheist is rather odd.

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  21. I have always sustained that the problem with a church, any church. is the absence of solitude there. Ever since I was a child I loved to go to an Orthodox church near by, so quiet, tall thin candles burnt constantly, nearly nobody around and if they were, they kept their distance which I appreciate enormously as I was always capable to cry if I needed to and no one will asked me a thing. There ought to be churches for rituals and churches for silence.
    When the light hits the old windows and the colors come alive on the floor, there is no need to say anything. The presence of a wise Universe requires nothing more than silence to give us a measure of our selves. It is as if for a moment we need to be reminded that in a world of noise we are here to make music.

    I suspect it does not do that for lovely creatures who already know that by heart, and celebrate by emptying a bin, even the vicar's one, however.

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  22. Your life is so busy and you are so full of energy John that I suspect a quiet moment of reflection and peaceful thought in a church is salve to your soul sometimes...hope everything is ok. x

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  23. VERY similar to a toddler ... a mother's/father's work is never done :)

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  24. Nothing like the antics of a puppy to bring you back to reality!

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