Pollyanna gets back on her feet

Just when you think you can't be cheered by anything an opportunity arises... I missed the bus. The sun was shining and i realised that i had time to walk to the Park and Ride in time to catch the next bus rather than simply standing around at the fag-end littered bus-stop on campus. Within moments i was transported into an alternative, happy world by blackbirds raking through the undergrowth, singing high in the trees and other birds darting around gathering insects. The sun was dappled by the leaves and the scents from all the flowers was heady. I meandered along the path taking photographs, got distracted by shadows - mine and various signposts, hedges, etc, and nearly missed the next bus!

So the Glad Game has its place. I do have a side of me that is Pollyanna and i am glad of that! But sometimes one also needs to accept that it isn't appropriate to play the game. Yesterday i was verbally and emotionally abused by a Catholic priest and the only glimmer of gladness about that is that perhaps me reporting him will mean that he doesn't get to do that or worse to anyone else...but i am still left distressed and struggling to accept that following due process is the best way forward.

The lesson for me spiritually is to realise how much trust folk put in the ordained people in our midst. I must ensure that i am always worthy of that trust and respectful of those who come to me. May it be so...