In Jerusalem this year, the joy of the iphone became a new way of praying! You always had the opportunity to look more carefully, then capture, remember and reflect. Once in the old Christian Quarter, I turned aside and saw this previously hidden stairway, within a courtyard and behind an arched door. Just to look…
I never heard Time speak.She holds her cloak around her secrets. Sometimes, though, she lays her picnic blanketOn the ground, But I provide the foodAs do those who might pass by. I never heard Time singingThough the trees she nurtures, who contain her presenceHold the birds who sing. They sense that love is in the…
I’ve always thought that True Merriment was a gift of grace; a very particular hobbity gift, much needed and full of soul restoring joy. Here is Justin’s account of the Literary Lunch in Lavender Hill that he organised as his contribution to the Bard Fest 2011 and it looks as though there will be more…
Deborah Damage was dangerously used,Complicit in being entirely abused.With daring, embarking on healing the damaged,Within a life cycle destructively managed; By leading her always to nurture the cruelIn order to prove to herselfI’m the jewel, That can make the difference.I am the toolThe special, the useful oneNobody’s fool. Forgive me my father,Yet I’m your forgiver.It’s…
It’s useful to look back at old notes from years back sometimes to see what your vision and values were then.. and to see how they are unfolding: what new revelations they are being held in tension with and enriched by. I found some notes from a book that was inspiring me in 1987: it’s…
I speak but you don’t hit me.I leave the door ajar.You’ve told me all about yourselfAnd I know what you are. The more I lookThe more I loatheThe more I am attracted.By every word of kindness I am totally distracted And I forget the things I’ve learntAnd I want you to care.I want to change…
Reflecting on the life-giving power of art as we sat around the fire on Saturday, we also reflected on the number of suicides we’d heard about recently – the train from Slough was delayed that morning by someone throwing themselves in front of a train. The guard told me how frequent it was and added,…
Push aside the terror of things to be done;They were deceivers, ever. They catch at you without context,Claiming territoryWithout treatyOn Sacred ground. Push aside the terror of things callingClamouring from the four cornersClaiming the floor Where He had brought you to danceTo laugh, To sing, With Him Alone. But the things trip youThey know that…
Well, we had a day of gorgeous abundance and I hope you did too. We were by the fire, with coloured tissue paper, the Sacred Romance, poetry and St John of the Cross. Sarah Fordham asked us to write a response to this simple prayer, so you might like to try it too: Prayer of…
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