Yesterday morning I went for the second time to a Quaker meeting. My mobile phone has a loud tango ring, while that may seem to be a non sequiteur....you may see where this is heading...it went off in the middle of the meditation, I quietly let out a "s..t" as I bent down to scramble for my bag and the offending item.
Now at the age of 64 there have been many occasions when I could "swing my legs over a sixpence" but very few seem to have equalled my feelings for the rest of that hour of quietness.
The custom at the end of the meeting is for people to go around the group and say something which has been important to them during the week.
All were consumed by the absolute horror of the fires, one man even came down from the mountain from one of the areas effected.
My abject and truly mortifying apology was formed in my head, and as they talked of the horrors of the disaster.....how inconsequential did a recaltricent phone become.
It is a small tale but another huge lesson for me.
This is not my image but it is so evocative.