The Rev’d Richard Woodham makes a mini-pilgrimage:
On a wet afternoon, I made my way to St.Julian’s Church and Mother Julian’s cell and sat in the quiet as heavy rain hammered on the roof and the sweet sound of a blackbird was heard from the wet garden. In the church an organist practised for that evening’s High Mass; and a steady stream of visitors entered and shared with me in a companionable silence.
Listening to the echo of her revelation, I wondered about climate change and the shattered communities of Syria, Mozambique and India and persecuted Christians around the globe.
All shall be well ?!
I hope so! I pray so! And remember the Black Death trauma she endured.
Picking up a hazel nut from the bowl by the door and lighting a candle by the statue of Our Lady this pilgrim went out into streets that were as busy and as wet as they had been then.
The Walsingham Way 