This Sunday we were blown further afield than usual by the wind. We revisited the wood on the crag behind the Crichton. The wind had a slight chill to it, laden with water, but the sun shone on us giving moments of warmth.
We look at the Horizon but it isn’t there, not really, it is just the furthest we can see. We know that there is something beyond it, and sometimes this mixture of knowing and not knowing is what draws us on beyond our present experience.
As usual we enjoyed a mixture of silent appreciation, discussion, and shared thoughts.