It's a funny time of year this 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness'. So many beautiful colours and scenes but all tainted with a sense tiredness and impending end. This autumn more than most I have reasone to feel down with almost every employee of the youth service being offered voluntary redundency. Those who are left may then have to apply for their own job which will be radically changed! Unnerving at best, terrifying a worst. Thoughts of job centres, unpaid mortgage and the boys being affected are seem all too real.
Having said that I am very aware of a sense of being where I am in life for a reason and that my season with WSCC and SBYC is not turning yet. I am also aware that my feet are planted firmly on the rock and I cannot be skaken.
During a recent walk up Amberley Mount I stood on the edge of the scarp slope where the path falls away. Weather was closing in from east and west and the wind was wild. Common sense says I should have felt uncomfortable but infact I felt excilerated and even excited about what the impending storm would bring. I hope I am not proud or foolhardy but instead know in what and whom I have my faith.
