Ravensdale

Today proves to be
a day of discoveries
for our wee family
when we head off
to Ravensdale Forest
for the first time.

A charming picnic area
set among towering trees
and a cascading stream.

A ring of standing stones
in the shadows of a clearing
where sunlight can’t penetrate.

A cautious red squirrel
in the fork of a beech tree
absolutely motionless
as he stares down at us
when we all file past.

Elegant caterpillars
of velvet black and navy
which drape gracefully
over nettles
in the afternoon sun.

Gazing down from a height
on a circle of hills below
and understanding for the first time
why these hills are called
the Ring of Gullion.

Thank you, Lord,
for today’s wonderland
of Ravensdale Forest.
It reminds me
of just how full of surprises,
how full of you,
creation is!

© Claire Murray, 22nd July 2020

Waterfall

After many days of summer rain
the sun shines
and we all head off for a drive
to Glenariff forest park.

Our walk brings us
up the steep slopes of the glen
where cerise heather
and tiny blueberries
line our path.

We arrive at the top
panting and out of breath
and stand for a few minutes
to enjoy the view –
blue skies,
sloping, narrow green fields
dotted with sheep,
blue sea twinkling
in summer sunlight
and, away in the distance –
Scotland.

A Guinness-coloured stream
churns and gushes beside the path
for only a few yards
before disappearing from sight
over the cliff.

Such a pity –
this gurgling stream was so pretty!

Then I realise
that I’m looking at this
the wrong way round.
This isn’t the end of a stream –
it’s the beginning of a waterfall!

Lord,
so many things happen in life
that simply don’t make sense to us.
Could it be
that we need to look at them
from a different angle
so that we can see breath-taking waterfalls
where others only see a stream
that disappears from sight?

© Claire Murray, 17th July 2020

Asleep for a Hundred Years

Once upon a time
a very grand stately home
in England
slowly fell into
a state of disrepair –
paint peeling off,
tiles missing from the roof,
shutters and doors closed
and as for the gardens

  • abandoned.

More than a century later
a new owner decides
to renovate
and work begins on the house
and gardens.
Briars and weeds
are all cut back
and grass is mown.
Soon the stately home is surrounded
by gardens once more
instead of fields of hay.

Spring arrives
and with it
tiny green shoots
spear through the grass
and, to everyone’s amazement,
daffodils appear
golden and swaying
in the breeze.

But these aren’t just
ordinary, every-day daffodils –
these are daffodils of a sort
that haven’t been seen
for over century!
Deprived of light
the daffodil bulbs
had simply gone to sleep
for a hundred years
until the gentle heat
of spring sunshine
penetrated and warmed the soil
once more.
Then the daffodils bloomed
in all their glory!

And, no,
this isn’t something
out of a fairy tale –
it’s true.

I’m reminded of this
when I read today’s parable
about the sower
who seems to waste many seeds
when they fall on stony ground
or get choked-up by weeds.

As Christians
we are called
to sow seeds of faith
through the way we live our lives.
We do this in simple ways –
by passing our faith
onto our children,
by having the courage to mention
that we go to Mass on Sundays
or simply by saying
that we will pray for someone.

Sometimes we may feel
that our efforts
are a waste of time.
But who knows –
maybe the tiny seeds of faith
that we sow
may simply lie dormant
like the daffodil bulbs
and will bear fruit
some time in the future
when we least expect it?

© Claire Murray, 14th July 2020

Out of Office

Every year
around this time
I set-up my “out-of-office” notice
on my work computer
so that everyone who emails me
receives a message
telling them
that I’m on holiday
and when I will return.

Today
I’m setting-up my “out-of-office” notice
for the last time.
I’m retiring today, you see.
Twenty six years of teaching
have just flown by –
hard to believe!

I feel blessed
to have been able to spend
so many years
doing a job
that I enjoy.

Twenty six years
of teaching my “wee students”
(some of whom
were over six feet tall!”)

Twenty six years wonderful years
of working with young people
and helping them along
on their educational journey.

Twenty six privileged years
of watching shy, nervous teenagers
mature, blossom and transform
into smiling, confident young adults.

Lord,
thank you for blessing me
with twenty six amazing years
of doing a job I loved
in a place where I felt
that I belonged.

Please bless me
as I step into a new phase of life
with Paul by my side.

Out of office
and in love –
a winning combination!
Thank you, Lord!

© Claire Murray, 7th July 2020

In the Gentle Breeze

In today’s reading
Elijah goes up the mountain
in search of God.

Once there
he finds himself immersed
in the awesome and terrifying
power of nature –
storms, earthquakes
and fire.

Yet in his heart he knows
that these are signs
of nature at work –
not God.

And it is the calm
after the storm,
after the earthquake
and after the fire
that Elijah senses
the gentle presence
of God.

Lord,
sometimes I get caught-up
in this fast-paced life
and find myself
in a whirlwind of activity.
Remind me, Lord,
on those occasions
to step back
from the busy-ness of life
and take time
to simply be still
so that, like Elijah,
I may find you
in the gentle breeze.

© Claire Murray, 12th June 2020
(1 Kings 19:10-18)