This weeks' words are hallowed, skill, blasts, hunt, stained, shallow, thrill, whack, unfolds,centre, dabble and reveal. I have omitted 'whack' as it didn't seem to go with the subject matter of my piece!
An expectant congregation sits swathed in tinted sunbeams drifting from the glorious stained glass which punctuates the dark yet hallowed walls of the
ancient building. As the organist’s
fingers lightly dabble the ivory keys, a shallow mantle of delicate tones
creates a serine and tranquil tone. And then, hush. Gradually, in the distance,
the dulcet tones of mellifluous voices reach heavenward. Then a blast from the organ and the melody of
a much loved hymn fills every corner. A line
of sombre ecclesiastics processes down the nave followed by a score of choirboys
and lay clerks, their gowns of red and white illuminating the scene. They burst
into joyous song from the centre of the cathedral as they shuffle towards the
quire. They reach their stalls then turn toward the worshipers and a divine harmony
unfolds to thrill all who witness it. Once again their God given skill has hunted out and found the souls of all around and raised them to another level.
I got back from a camping trip a few days ago. I found a very special place to stay and so I'd like to tell my tale to my fellow Sunday Scribblers who have the wordplace to consider this week. My trip also fitted perfectly with this weeks' Sunday Whirl words....except one which still hangs in the air unused!
Deep in the
forest something stirred – me! Many years ago one of my passionswas getting
back to nature. Having gone quite a whilewithout sleeping under canvas I
decided it was time to once again experience the magic that is camping. I’ve
always thrived on discomfort as followers of my travels will know; characters
building you know. So, armed with the latest pop up tent, I ventured alone into
the woods and found myself in a perfect place; a sun dappled clearing just meant for me.
In this special place I immediately I
felt at one with nature. After wrestling with my tent I sat back, beer in hand
and glowed with contentment. There I was, just the creatures of the undergrowth
and me. The occasional hum of a bee, the stare of an inquisitive deer, a swarm
of little midgey things and twigs dropping on my head thanks to some overhead squirrels.
as a child listening to a song to which the words went ‘If you go down to the woods today,
you’re sure of a big surprise’. Well, it
wasn’t a teddy bears picnic which was to provide it, but a rude awakening in
the early hours of the morning when torrential rain, lightning and thunder came
storming overhead. With the first crash made me jump out my skin; well, out of
my sleeping bag to be precise. I quite enjoy a good storm when I’m watching it
from a window, but from within a canvas chrysalis it’s a whole different matter!
But I survived and the next morning as I trudged around my mud pit, surveying
the scene and soaking up the tranquillity, I thought to myself, this really is
You may recall that my friend Rosey and I share the same
birthday; a couple of days ago in fact. Well I was speaking to her a few
minutes ago and when I asked her what she did on our big day, she told me she
decided to create a bucket list. I asked her what she put on it and she said
that only made the decision to do it, and that she hadn't actually done it
because she can’t think what to put on it! “Apart from one thing” she said. As
no further information was forthcoming I ventured to ask what the ‘thing’ was
and she said “Buy a bucket”. So I asked her why she wanted a bucket and she
said it was to put her list in. I pointed out that it was only called a bucket
list because…then I stopped because it occurred to me that I didn't have a
So I went on to ask
her why she needed buy a new bucket when she’s got a perfectly good one down at
her allotment. “Two reason” she said. “Firstly there’s a hole in my bucket”. “Dear
Liza dear Liza” I sang out, and I got one her quizzical looks in response. “Yes”
she said “I've got a hole in my shed roof too and put my bucket on the floor to
catch the drips and when I went back the next day the bucket was empty and the
floor was wet. That’s how I know I've got a hole in my bucket”. “Dear Liza dear……” I
started. She stopped me in my tracks. “You've got a whole lot of holes going on”
She seemed to ignore my remark and went on to tell me that
she wanted a bucket with pink roses on it. I asked why and she said “Duh”.
Clearly I was missing something. “Pink
roses. Rosey Pinkerton. Get it?” “Got it” “Good”
“About the list” I said.” Have you got any ideas?” She said
she would quite like to learn golf. “And get a hole in one!” I quipped making a
reference to our earlier discussion. She said she would like to dress as a man
for a day and go to a gent’s loo! “And maybe one day go into space” she said. “Just
be careful you don’t fly into a black hole!” I said. My remark got the silent
treatment so I put on my serious face and suggested that a few of us should meet up at The Bicycle Arms for a brainstorming session and that’s what we’ll
probably do next weekend.
Suddenly she remembered a joke about a hole. As I've told
you before, when she tells a joke she often doesn't understand it herself which
makes it all the funnier for the assembled audience. This one however she seems
to have got as she giggled all the way through it. She said “A man walked past a hole in a wall. He heard a voice
going ‘Eight eight eight….’ He looked through the hole to see where the voice
was coming from and got a poke in the eye. ‘Nine nine nine…’said the voice.