Wednesday, 8 January 2025

Reaping the whirlwind

I woke up at seven thirty and posted the YouTube link for today's Morning Prayer to WhatsApp, then got up for breakfast after Thought for the Day. As I was putting on my shoes, getting ready to go to church, Clare's flute teacher turned up and I let her in. Clare was busy upstairs and I suspect had forgotten that she had a lesson. Given the problem many people have with ringing our door bell, it's just as well I saw her coming!

There were nine of us at the Eucharist. After the service, a Christingle work group was assembling them in the church hall. I didn't join in, as I'm still coughing and not really sure how infection free I may be. Well, it's an excuse. I stayed and chatted for a while then went to Chapter collected the veggie bag of the week, and cooked lunch when I got back, as Clare had gone out grocery shopping.

I did a circuit of Thompson's Park and Llandaff Fields mid-afternoon. Undeterred by the low temperature, daffodils are shooting up in a few spots around the parks, also in boxes in the occasional front garden, but flower buds aren't bursting yet. Rachel has warned us of a four hour flight delay. It'll be ten o'clock in the evening by the time her coach arrives in Cardiff tomorrow night. Air traffic schedules have been disrupted badly by storms and floods across Europe. 

There's news today of drought ridden Los Angeles County wild fires, uncontrollable due to strong hot winds. The homes of rich and poor alike are being destroyed and thousands made homeless. It was inevitable this would happen when the threat of global heating was down played if not denied by those with the power and resources to act fast enough in response to the mounting evidence of the threat.  With each new climate related disaster, the economic impact grows. I'd not be surprised if the random combination of unforeseen crises results in social and economic chaos far worse than any non-nuclear war. As the world has sown, so it now reaps.

I spent the evening watching more episodes of the Finnish crimmie called 'Freezing Embrace' until it was time to embrace my new super warm duvet.


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