Sunday the keeper took a 12 mile bike ride. She came across a church sign which made her smile. She laughed because she knew that she wasn’t waiting around for God to leave HIS message on her voice mail. She knew better! Her God was not sitting around making calls. She was busy writing beauty all over this green, salty spot in a lovely multi-palette calligraphy. In fact, the Canticle of Canticles came alive as four deer leapt out of the woods in front of her along the road. She stopped and had a slow chat with one of the braver ones.
She told us that the night sky also kept her up that night. It was a sugar bowl spilling stars and light that came through the skylights.
The winding bike ride took the keeper to the Marina where the fishermen were selling fresh crab and prawns. Others were cleaning their fat salmon catches of the day. She sat for an hour on a log on the beach bank and finished reading the best book of the summer so far, My Jim by Nancy Rawles, a ST parishioner. “That woman has a magic way with words that keeps me up nights,” said the keeper. What a book! It tells the story of Jim the slave in Huckleberry Finn, from the perspective of his wife and granddaughter.
She told us that the night sky also kept her up that night. It was a sugar bowl spilling stars and light that came through the skylights.
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