Mothers day

Just finished writing the sermon for tomorrow. Flowers have arrived...an envelope which says do not open till Sunday but I still find Mothering Sunday hard. I usually manage not to cry whilst I'm preaching but it is often a massive effort. My daughter Roz is still with me and I suppose always will be. Rest in peace my love.

Last verse of a poem by Judith Wright about giving birth.

I wither and you break from me

Yet though you dance in living light

I am the earth, I am the root

I am the stem that fed the fruit

The link that joins you to the night.