I can...Read More
"Take off the grave clothes and let him go." (John 11)Read More
With God's help I shall become myself. Soren KierkegaardRead More
One cry, and I stumble from bed. Morning Song, Sylvia PlathRead More
There is a time for birth and death, …. embracing and parting. Ecclesiastes 3Read More
Welcome, Child of love, God is here to bless you.
Celtic Daily Prayer, Dedication of a childRead More
I have walked through many lives. The Layers, Stanley Kunitz*Read More
I still haven't found what I'm looking for. U2Read More
You are the Messiah. Matthew 16:15Read More
He is the Life. W.H.AudenRead More
Be patient with regard to all that in your heart is still unresolved Rainer Maria RilkeRead More
Watchin' and listenin' 's the thing at present ."
Magician 's Nephew, C S Lewis
Make sure you don’t take things for granted and go slack in working for the common good. Hebrews 13:16Read More
Weeping may stay for the night but rejoicing comes in the morning.
Every week, a Sabbath rest when I release the world’s hold on me.
Christine Valters Paintner
Is this the river of life
or death? Both? Both.
Wendell Berry, Sabbaths 2002, VIRead More
In Him we live and move and have our being. Acts 17:28Read More
Photo: Beach at Charmouth cusps, Derek Harper
Imagining the world beneath your feet
I was there precisely on the cusp of the seasons. The year was turning beneath my feet, beneath the boat I sat in. The wet season was ending, the dry season beginning. For the herbivores, the time of plenty was ending; for the carnivores, the time of plenty was about to begin. (Simon Barnes in the Luangwa Valley, Zambia, How to be wild)
Jesus has been described as a metaphorical theologian*. He introduced metaphors as if they were houses whose windows we are invited to sit at and look out from, view the world, our lives and/or God from. The metaphors of 'on the cusp of seasons' and of a 'year turning beneath my feet' is such rich language and causes me to recall when I thought my world turning beneath me; feet pulled out from under me or swept up and away, also of times of feeling on the brink, at the turn of a tide.
* Kenneth Bailey, Jesus through Middle Eastern Eyes
Joy teaches him to rise, to stand and move out through the opening the light has madeSabbaths 2001, I. Wendell BerryRead More
O Christ, will You help me on the wild waves? St. Brendan's PrayerRead More