Talking of jobs, its reshuffle day. More interesting the Gospel reading is that of Martha and Mary. The Marthas are the shufflers and the shuffled of life, perpetually moving, wanting more, wanting to be something else but are they ever happy? Today is the lawyer, a shuffler who asks how he can inherit eternal life.

Of course you have to love your neighbour as yourself, but, ah, how to do it? When in the quiet of the Abbey, I am happy, it is easy to do. It is always a trial travelling in the crowded train on the way back.

But you have to view everyone, even the meddler on the mobile phone as a friend and a neighbour, not as an irritant. Easy to contemplate in theory, impossible to do, but I can start to make the effort.

So today I was in a train, a mobile phone conversation started and went on and on. Did I love the mobile phone? No, I just moved a few places. During the journey I read Eckhart Tolle. It was alright but I got more out of staring out of the window and capturing a moment, a deep lake, a van parked alone in the field, a barn, a view of distant downs. But Tolle would probably accept that this experience of a moment is as important as any book.