Solstice blues

It's been 6 days since i blogged. I can't believe it. I took far too much on last week and scunnered myself to use a good Scots phrase. The week ended with a trip to Arbroath to run a training course which was a great experience but exhausting. Then i had to do some last-minute reading for the final Queer Events and Identities class (online via Skype from 4-6 pm) and get a service presentation and planning done before bed-time on Saturday. Sunday was spent driving down to Hawick to visit Gail's family. Beautiful weather, lovely garden to sit in and great company. It was the first time i'd met Gail's dad, her brother and his wife and their daughter, and also Gail's grandmother. We were able to sit and chill, watch the various birds visiting the feeders (including siskins, coal tits, fledgling starlings, sparrows) and listen to the humming of the bumble bees covering the hedge. Then it was back up the road in time for me to set up the church and for Gail to go and meet a gay couple whose civil partnership she's going to be photographing.

We built a cairn of remembrance during the service, shared communion in a circle and remembered Stonewall.

I am anxious, tired, struggling. We watched Pollyanna on Saturday night. She plays the Glad Game even after learning that she's going to paralysed after a fall from a tree. I am not always able to be Pollyanna but she is one of my saints...