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Chaos Stirred With A Stick

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Fork lightning in thunderous skies

Fork lightning in thunderous skies

It seems to be getting a bit of a habit but each morning this week, I’ve woken at just after 3.00am and heard the first bird sing. But this morning, it wasn’t the sound of birds I was aware of, it was light – even through my closed eyelids. And lots of it, as if someone was repeatedly turning the room lights on and off. Then the thunder boomed out and the rain started lashing down.

The birds were silent and I wondered what they make of thunder and lightning. Where do they go? And what do they do while they’re waiting for it to stop? Do they, in some simple way understand what’s going on?

Then I wondered what early cavemen and women made of thunder storms. How terrified they must have been and how relieved once the heavens had stopped the dreadful noise and searing flashes of light . Once you are informed about something, it loses its capacity to frighten – well usually!

When the next wave of storms hit later today, I shall watch with interest although I hope that tomorrow, if I wake at 3.00am, all I’m aware of, is birds singing.

In ‘Daffodil and the Thin Place’, there is a wild storm and Daffodil is reminded of her grandmother’s words “chaos stirred with a stick”. The church perches high on a hill where it is rather exposed and today, the hill is just as open as it was in the 1800s but now, the damage caused by the woodpeckers means that rain from any summer storms will easily find its way in, through the roof.

If you’d like to help raise money to keep the building watertight, you can buy ‘Daffodil and the Thin Place’ here or even contact the church, to donate here. All profits raised from sales of ‘Daffodil and the Thin Place’ will go towards the church renovation fund.

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