Norfolk Pilgrim

Thi outdoor spirituality thing I do, its gruelling! Left home in Coltishall at 9 for a 10 a.m. meeting in Burgh next Aylsham. Time for prayer time. for reflection. As I peddled my bike to the Bure Valley Railway path there was an opportunity to consider the flowers, on roadside verges and along the railway track. Each flower a bead on the rosary: campion, borrage, cumfrey, white nettle, forget-me-not, Queen Anne's lace, bluebells, herb Robert, and the last of the primroses. On the 400 th anniversary of Shakespear's death,    the primrose path that leads to the everlasting bonfire ? Each hamlet or village I pass are chapters of a rosary. Anchor Street, St. James's Coltishall Great and Little Hautbois, Buxton, Brampton Burgh. Each is prayed for, each is blessed, in the sense, that I give thanks for it! As I crossed the river  I was blessed by a barn owl hunting on hushed wings  This afternoon,

"If you meet George Herbert on the Road, kill him":    H ere follows a reaction to Justin Lewis-Anthony's excellent book.     No! Say, "I am going fishing!"                                                                           There's much to learn . Across the years, there’s you and I,  Simon, Andrew and the Sons of Thunder   With George comes John Donne, Izaak,   the Ferrar boy, young Thomas and his sister.*  This is, “The contemplative man’s recreation.” Well said Izaak! What do you think George?       "Me? A failed courtier? Failed academic?                                                                      With failing health? God’s a fisherman. Listen: When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, “Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can. Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie, Contract into a span.” So strength first made a way; Then beaut