On the shore between the main island of Lindisfarne and the small St.Cutbert Island I collect small pieces of broken glass and porcelain. The place used to be the garbage place for the island, the only remains of this part of history today are these small colourful pieces. I keep them in a glass bowl on my desk, and from time to time let one or a few slip through my fingers while I say a prayer, (as a non-catholic this is my rosary)
As so many times before I walked in the sand, gathering "beads", praying, and after a while I sat down on one of the benches in silence.
Then all of a sudden the colourful beads got life. Bright, happy life. And the shore filled with laughter.
I felt blessed, picked up one of the beads from my pocket and kept on with my prayers.
