Last Sunday morning was like a skating rink again. When you stepped outside the ground was covered with a treacherous sheet of ice – sidewalks, roads, parking lots. Old people as they walked to church to sing hymns, pray, worship - took their time with cautious, mincing carefully measured steps – to slip and break something on their way to worship would be like a bad joke, worse – it wouldn’t do – for one, it would almost certainly disappoint their priest or rector, much more than missing a carefully crafted sermon – upsetting all around.
Watch yourself my husband cautioned. I was on my way religiously to James North where I attend the life drawing sanctuary once a week – I’ve taken a vow to go as regularly as possible. But naturally once in a while I miss, like most of us, I slip up now and then.
A pastel drawing from Sunday last May
M Cohen L © 2013