The shortest day, so now the evenings will get longer more than the mornings get shorter. I tried looking out for the 'red moon', a total eclipse of the full moon in the shadow of the earth. The redness comes from sunlight which passes through earth's atmosphere, is refracted on the way, then reflected back by the moon to earth. The winter solstice and red moon haven't coincided since 1638. Unfortunately I couldn't see the moon, either because I was looking in the wrong direction, or because it was too low in the horizon to creep over the slightly higher ground to the northwest, or because it was drowned out by the orange glow of Worcester, or because of plain-old cloud. So a friend sent: "A text 4 u then. Ps 145.3-6. Even if there is no red moon to see."
Like yesterday, not really a day for going out much, but a group of us ventured through the sleet into Pershore. The snow that looks so beautiful and pristine on the fields and hedgerows had become ugly treacherous slush on the roads and carparks (there's an allegory in there somewhere). We could barely get out of the lane onto the main road - Ian and Thomas had to push while I kept a look out for traffic - or the carpark.
Between September 2010 and September 2011, I lived alongside an Anglican Benedictine community of monks and nuns. In November 2010, we moved from Broad Marston Manor near Evesham to Mucknell Abbey, a new eco-monastery near Worcester. This blog was about things that I observed and things that interested me. I have now stopped writing it. Thank you to all who were also interested.
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