The Rector's Link Magazine Article – April 2021

I have self-diagnosed myself with Seasonal Affective Disorder. 

Have we not just emerged from the most miserable winter on record?  Some of you will remember the winter of 1963 (only six years before I was born), and some of you may even remember the winter 1948.  But for me 2020-21 has was a thoroughly rotten winter!  Of course, as we know it’s been about so much more than just the weather.  You all know the sort of things we have been struggling with together this last winter here in Haslemere and across the whole nation.

Like a broken record I crackle on constantly about hope being the strongest of human emotions.  I have always found it to be so.  Easter in the northern hemisphere gets us the hope of Spring, and here is why I’m a bluetit.  All through the cold months I’ve kept a well-stocked garden bird feeder on the go.  It’s halfway down the garden, but with my binoculars I can watch the local avian population closely.  All sorts of feathered types congregate to worship my hanging seed cages and fat balls (a list below for those interested), but it’s the blue tits who rule. 

At any one time there is a couple of squadrons of blue tits diving on and off the feeder, twittering and dancing, and chasing each other around.  They are so grateful for what I put out, but I couldn’t help worrying about them in the frost and snow outside all day and night.  But they seem to have been constantly happy.  Nothing upsets them no matter how cold and miserable it is.  I have much to learn it seems.  Now a couple of them have taken up residence in my birdbox, which has a camera to view them built the nest.  What a joy.

This Easter and Springtime hold the promise of finer weather alongside a plan for the national recovery we all hold dear.  We can also look forward to seeing our families and friends again.  Two of our own three children Sophie and I have not seen since October.  Many social plans around the town are now making their best efforts to put on sunny displays and events.  Here in the church, we too are planning to return and bring back the normality we can only remember from more than a year ago.  Slowly it happens, and with the gradual return of simple things such as refreshments after services, social groups and even singing.  It’s all directed by the government’s plan, but I am hopeful.  I will keep you all informed as these things become possible.

In some way and at some point we shall need to look back in remembrance for those we have lost, and to give thanks for those who have worked so hard to keep us fed and cared for over this unprecedented time of living memory.  I’m also still committed to a parish party in my garden in August.

Of course I don’t have Seasonal Affective Disorder.  There are those much worse off than me and in much greater need of hope!  But I think I do understand how we all feel.  I’m just off now for an ice cream.

Rector Chris