I have enjoyed the last few days at night time , off work. I lie in bed trusty brass crucifix in hand staring upwards at the ceiling turning my bed into a little Church talking to the Lord and Our Blessed Lady. I love the freedom in this that you can go where you wish and pray whatever way you wish, a great prayer adventure. The first and major port of call is of course the Passion. The Passion was never out of the mind of Our Lady and was always the hone port to which Jesus walked. It is should always be the anchor into which our prayer heart sinks. But last night I was thinking of something my father used to say to me, 'What are you looking forward to now?' I can't think of anything really hovering on the horizon. There is the Eucharist each day and confession every week , which is the greatest joy. But nothing special though. Spiritually or materially. But on the other hand no special worries or cares either. Just God's little donkey plodding along at night time staring up at Jesus hanging on the Cross, Mary by my side, watching the blood wet the tree red.