Yes, they really did. They didn’t just say that heaven’s a dance, or the liturgy’s a dance, or our relationship with God is a dance. They danced. Led by the bishop, and often playing a ball game at the same time. Until the early 16th century, there was an Easter dance in many of the…
Here is page one of our flyer inviting you to the Bard Fair! Saturday 22nd October 6 – 9.30pm, the first ever Feast Day of the poet, playwright and social and cultural inspiration Pope John Paul II. If you are tempted by the mix of people and arts on offer then please do reply to…
I was listening to some of the soul-singing poems of Milosz, at a lecture in the British Library. On my journey there, I had been wandering through the solitude of the crowded underground, singing various Hebrew songs from the melodic Rabbi Shlomo. Later, during the panel discussion, I heard one of the speakers discount the…
I came across this picture in the New York City Library. It pulled me towards its absolute vulnerabilitydumbfounded in the stillness of its grief I waited like the seated mantill understanding might fill up the missing matter of our spirits’ thinness unto immobility I saw the artist came from PakistanHer theme was one of reconstruction,…
Googling round the internet, looking for information on the Iranian film ‘The Apple’, for a film season I was planning, I came across that delightful news story from yesterday’s CNN that you may have seen in the Metro: “Drunken moose finds itself stuck up a Swedish apple tree“, and though I know it’s the season…
When I asked for some bardic tales of the summer I was delighted to receive this lovely account of Justin and friends’ adventures on Margate sands with guitars, eccentric eateries-turned-theatres and all the quirky joys that only the English Seaside offers. With thanks to Barnaby for the wonderful photo of the sunset over Margate. Let’s…
Wild winds awakenWhat duty and chaos dulledin the concrete world. 2 million kneelTo touch the softening earthas heaven descends. This greater silenceOpens the heart of worshipand our souls revive. around us the stormdies as our peace is quickenedand the Spirit rests. What is our bard work for? Waking the spiritWatering the thirsty groundReviving the soul…
You wrote a haikuFor me when I went away.It speaks to me now: ‘Jerusalem Ho!Adventure calls you EastwardsNot goodbye, farewell.’ And now you go EastTo the Great Jerusalem.Glory, colour, light And joy embrace youWho brought so much of all these to those who love you. WhimsicalityA tender stream of kindnessAnd humility But gravitas tooIn the…
The tomb was empty of all but light And the sunshine blessed the opening in the roof of the tombLike a messenger from a brighter world. And in the absence of everyone elseBoth the living and the dead Whose endless needs and questions had been oppressing me darklyWith the weight of their centuries of unresolvable…
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