It was bound to happen once. As we headed to York with its giant York Minster, I realized my phone was dead and I had forgotten to bring my USB cord for recharging on the bus.
Nonetheless, I’m certain my friends will send me photos of the ruins of Whitby Abbey glistening in the sunshine. What a sparkling day it was both around me and inside my heart.
My answer to the pilgrim’s morning question, “Why am I here today?”, was “Continuing much conscious gratefulness.” And as I fall asleep, the list of gifts tumbles out. It’s long and full of love. As I headed to a hot bath to seal the spectacular day, my 94-year-old mother called me (by her own initiative, I think!).
This is Big Love.