WELCOME TO MY SPACE

Life is like a train journey.

The day you are born you unwittingly get on board the train, and if you are lucky you are in first class, as your parents look after your every need and things are good for a while. In fact things are so good you don't even know you are on a journey.

Then as time goes by you begin to realise that the journey only lasts a limited time and for a while this idea begins to consumer you, but as with most things this passes. As the train moves on you may find you are moved down to second or even third class seats but still the train rumbles relentlessly onward and your view changes.

Occasionally the train is stopped or derailed by loss, hardship, illness or adversity and at these times you have an deeper understanding that the journey will eventually end for you when you enter the tunnel just on the horizon. However for now the tunnel is a dot on the horizon. You are aware of it but for now the view is unobscured and the sky is blue.

The train roles on and the other passengers occupy your attention for a while until one day you look up and there is more track behind you than in front and the tunnel is far closer than we realised. We feel it is a dark, scary inevitability and it blocks out our view of the country side around us. The tunnel is like a huge beast into the belly of which we are travelling.

As we enter the tunnel we should remember we have always travelled alone our life is a journey only we have experienced and all tunnels lead somewhere. Finally the journey ends and the train grinds to a halt but in the distance is a light, tiny and faint but a light never the less.

Don't be afraid of the dark; be excited at the prospect of a new journey, at the possibility of travel, the enormity of the journey and the light at the end of the tunnel.

Spring is Alive !

The river-water dances in the morning sun
on a beautiful April day;
Birds are already feeding their young -
spring is having its way.

Buds are showing on shrubs and trees;
plants coming up lush and green.
Crocus' bloom in regal dress -
a welcome sight to be seen.

God gives us seasons for His good reasons
and all are quite unique;
Each tells a story of wondrous glory
and gives us answers we seek.

Spring is rebirth everywhere;
spiritually - time to learn.
We see the wonders He performs
and to understand, we yearn.

Watching Nature is watching God
and knowing that life carries on;
From winter's death to spring's rebirth -
nothing is ever gone.

Spring - my favourite time of year -
God's gift of hope and light.
Gentle whispers awaken my soul
and everything feels right.  

Joan Adams Burchell