LISTEN to your life. SEE it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: TOUCH, TASTE, SMELL your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace. Frederick Buechner
Sunday, September 16, 2007
For Sausage Baps and St George
Yesterday I had my last sausage bap of the year at St georges market before heading off on my travels and so in tribute .......
Its a little bit of heaven - a place where both adults and children can be happy. Its sometimes a little cold in the old victorian building but the light is always good. Even on a rainy day it feels bright , ethereal and set apart. A world of music and good food. The smell of bacon and sausages cooking over at the Mossbrook Farm stand. Trevor is always smiling as he hands over the sausage baps while the girls make the coffee - the spitting of the grill mixing with the hissing of the Italian coffee machine.
But ultimately its a place of friendship. A space to catch up and enjoy the company of many friends both old and new. And a space to wander and buy your food for the coming week. I cant help but love it. If heaven is a little like St Georges I'll be happy there.
and in honour of Padraig a Saintly Haiku
St Georges Market
Children Crying , bacon frying
and I am happy.
blessings
m
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mcleary leaving
for a short time, i'm thinking
how much he belongs
Marky's haiku has
one too many syllables
in the middle line
how many syllables in pedant ?
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