The next six weeks are going to be incredibly busy what with trying to make good endings here in Glasgow and Galloway (leaving files in a comprehensible state for others), fit in a family holiday and spend a week at the Glenalmond Youth camp. So I have taken the decision to make today’s blog post my last.
This blog was suggested by Kennedy Fraser back in 2010 as a way of communicating news and information around the diocese and beyond. Kennedy impressed upon me, novice blogger that I was, the need to keep updating the site, so from March 11th 2010 I set myself the task of writing every day. On bad days it felt onerous and time-consuming, but most of the time I approached it as part of my Examen at the close of the day, and then it felt more like a helpful discipline than a burden.
My main aims in writing were to share educational resources and thinking, to bruit abroad good practice and to affirm what was happening in the diocese, paying particular attention to the good things being achieved against all the odds in smaller charges. I strove always to affirm and build up, and to use the principles of Appreciative Enquiry. If that meant the blog was blander and less controversial than some others, so be it; I wrote with a diocesan hat on at all times and with the discipline that goes with that.
I quickly learned never to write in anger – or at least if I so wrote, then never to press ‘publish’ but instead sleep on the offering. I learned, too, the discourtesy of unexplained acronyms and was schooled by the cognoscenti in the art of blog style - though they never completely managed to eradicate my penchant for exclamation marks. Pattern began to emerge in the form of the ‘The Monday Article’ and ‘Wednesday Prayer matters’. The blog steadily gained a rhythm of its own …
… a rhythm which now slows to a halt. The site itself will remain open as the repository of diocesan workbooks and the like; indeed new items (such as the autumn term’s CMD calendar) will be posted here shortly. But the blog ceases from this moment.
Farewell, dear readers, and thank you. The comments facility will now be switched off, as I would like the news of the blog’s passing to be handled in the manner described below in Bronte’s beautiful prose:
‘Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning.’ The housekeeper and her husband were both of that decent phlegmatic order of people, to whom one may at any time safely communicate a remarkable piece of news without incurring the danger of having one’s ears pierced by some shrill ejaculation, and subsequently stunned by a torrent of wordy wonderment. Mary did look up, and she did stare at me: the ladle with which she was basting a pair of chickens roasting at the fire, did for some three minutes hang suspended in air; and for the same space of time John’s knives also had rest from the polishing process: but Mary, bending again over the roast, said only – ‘Have you, Miss? Well, for sure!’