Thought for the week: Soul clap its hands and sing

‘Giving time to the tattered garments of our bodies, giving them rest and peace, can open the door to joy.’

by Rachel Britton 22nd February 2019

I love WB Yeats’ poem about spiritual life in old age, from which my title is taken. David, my husband, and I, are having our noses stuck into old age – he is almost blind, which for a life-long painter in oils is a great deprivation; and I take five minutes to remember why I came downstairs, and can never remember the names of people I know well until after they have gone. Another great learning curve, finding how to move through a day as an old person, without self-pity, and with a flood of understanding for my parents and for all who were old before us.