someone who really wants to help me?

While away, we saw many sights which are not part of our daily urban existence.

We went to a coffee shop in the nearest "metropolis"; when we emerged we found a horse just outside.  It would be quite fun to visit the corridors of Cavendish Square by horse, but I am not sure I'd get past security!

On the drive (in the urb I usually walk, but 25km seemed an excessive stroll, even for coffee) we saw a small flock of merino sheep in a very green field.

Outside another coffee shop (you can tell we needed to keep feeding our urban selves), there was a delightful dry stone wall.

Well, the sight of the sheep got me thinking about a previous outsiders' blog conversation about spiritual leaders and whether or not any particular one can be trusted.  

John, the sage who is currently our mentor, has a fascinating metaphor which he picks up from his guide:

"The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep."  A good spiritual leader is willing to die for me.

Hmm. That is quite a tall order; I wonder ...