For as long as conkers fall to the ground the world is as it should be
I am aware that most of the people who read my stories live in the US and the rub off from this end is that I take much more interest in what is happening in the US.
I do visit New York City twice on most weeks via live stream.
On Tuesday nights it is Marianne Williamson, although I usually listen to a replay whilst doing the housework on a Saturday morning.
On Sunday afternoons at around 4, I tune in to Marble Collegiate Church New York. If you want to hear an inspiring preacher tune into Michael Brown.
And here’s the coincidence Marianne uses Marble church on a Tuesday night.
And here’s an even greater coincidence I was staying in Wolcott Hotel just around the corner from Marble last year when I discovered the church on a morning stroll.
A few weeks after my stay Marianne changed her New York location to Marble perhaps I was getting in tune.
Now my mind is focussed on IRMA and the havoc. If the internet has a power of good it is to unite us across the globe and cause us to take interest in each others welfare. I am reminded as I write that floods have wiped out many lives in Bangladesh.
And yet most time nature is our friend providing us with an alternative to our material world.
Just this morning I picked up a conker. For the last four years, I have picked up a conker as I walked to 7/24. Four years ago a lot of change was happening and I found that nature gave me comfort. It was reassuring in its predictable seasons and the conker was a gift to me.
If someone ever said Autumn was but a dream I would hoke in my pocket and produce Autumn’s reality.
Returning to my old friend in the wood Michael Finkel wrote of him, “What did Knight do for a living? He lived for a living.”
The next time someone asks me what I do for a living I want to say I pick conkers in Autumn mornings. What will you say?
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