From Coralie:
As a cold tongue of air from the Antarctic has been resting over us we have been shivering in zero temperatures. Yet a warm glow comes to our area with the golden blooming Cootamundras on Canterbury Road near the light rail. And there is a warm haze of purple from the Hardenbergias climbing over the fence of the St Kilda Botanical Gardens.
The just released State of the Environment Report is shocking in its information about the destruction of the environment. One thing it notes is that there are now more imported species of plants in our land than native species which are so important for our wild life.
Next Sunday the Ecocentre is arranging the planting of 1,000 native saplings and the City of Port Phillip Multifaith Network including our congregation will join with the Ecocentre to make this much needed contribution to our environment.
Coralie.
Blessed be doors – Glyn Cardy
Blessed be Doors,
big ones and blue.
Or round and rainbow, or
Ones that look like you.
Blessed be doors,
That open us onto new paths
Of thought, being and acting,
If we walk through.
Blessed be doors,
That attract no attention,
But are there as a pointer
To a different way.
Blessed be doors,
That open when we least expect it.
Inviting us into a new place
Suggesting we stay.
And blessed are we
When we do.
