This morning as I left home I detected that subtle shift in the light that heralds autumn... surely not, I thought, it's still July and we haven't really had summer yet.

Then I noticed the first fallen leaves on the pavememnts.  A closer look into the branches of those trees I passed revealed the first signs of changing colour... to yellow, to gold, to red, to brown...

Soon, soon, it will be be autumn once more...

Soon, soon the season will slide seamlessly, the leaves will fall, the light will change...

Soon, soon, the arirval of another autumn will be my personal herald of hope.

I settled down to listen to today's PAYG, discovering it was the Feast of St Martha.  A quick 'google' reminded me of a poem that I had been introduced to many moons ago called 'The Sons of Martha'.  This in turn led to me 'googling' my own blog as I recalled some of the many psots I have made about Martha with or without her sister and brother. 

I enjoyed rediscovering them, so here are the links...

From 2007, a sermon 'Three Portraits' and the poem 'The Sons of Martha'

From 2008, a reflection on my own Martha tendencies 'Sophia and Martha'

From 2010, a slightly flip observation about Mary and Jesus' feet, and a transcript of some reflections for Advent

From 2011, a reflection for the Feast of St Martha

My memory is rapidly descending to the annoying levels of Theresa of Avila, but at least by the wonder of the interweb and I can quickly retrace my own thoughts!  I have always had a fondness for Martha and felt she had an undeserved 'bad press', so it isn't such a surprise that I've written a lot about her.

Whether you are busy busy, or relaxed and reflective, I wish you the blessings of this day!