tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641064280714116088.post8783651461297429095..comments2012-05-08T19:00:03.495+01:00Comments on Brigid's Pilgrim: The day after CandlemasDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02840431195234661911noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641064280714116088.post-24220579147437493532012-02-20T22:36:32.103+00:002012-02-20T22:36:32.103+00:00Yes, and water seems so much more precious to me n...Yes, and water seems so much more precious to me now because the kind kitchen men blithely informed me that my water is now back on, before they went, but they haven't yet connected it to a tap. Why, oh why, didn't we think to fill the water-carrier beforehand? I suppose cave-woman didn't keep washing her hands while she was cooking, either, even if there was raw meat involved. (Afraid you're unlikely to get a non-kitchen-related comment from me at the moment...)Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02840431195234661911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641064280714116088.post-74045788120537632842012-02-20T08:14:37.762+00:002012-02-20T08:14:37.762+00:00I love your portrayal of Candlemas here.
I agree...I love your portrayal of Candlemas here. <br />I agree it's something of an elusive festival - it repays thinking about over a long time, living with year by year as the season comes round.<br />In St Francis' Canticle of the Sun, he says:<br />"Praised be my Lord for our Sister Water, who is very useful and humble and precious and clean." That came to mind reading your post here, which somehow reminded me of the coldness and purity of streams high up in the hllls in February. xPen Wilcockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13818227904371811230noreply@blogger.com