Monthly Archives: June 2011

Your heart’s desire

Your heart’s desire As though in a dream, wandering the land, I come across a shrine, and enter in. An old man sits silently and smiles. A question bubbles up within me and floats into the space between us: ‘How … Continue reading

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Into the wind

Into the wind To learn to sail from a book would be hard. It’s easier to watch other people, get their guidance, and benefit from their experience. At some point though, we still have to steer the boat ourselves, and … Continue reading

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Sometimes it’s very hard

Sometimes it’s very hard There are some hard tasks in life. I know a woman whose husband has died. On New Year’s morning she has to go into her young sons’ bedroom, and tell them. That’s hard. Fresh from the … Continue reading

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Riddle me this

Riddle me this Moses found me in the fruit of the bush that burns, but you could go to the high place in Edom, and eat of the thorn apple, and sweat, and be on fire, and I may not … Continue reading

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‘I am blooming as a flower’

‘I am blooming as a flower’ I admire the tenacity and complexity of ivy. If you look closely at ivy on a garden wall, you will see that over many years it has penetrated the cracks between the stones, expanded … Continue reading

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Faint shadows of flowers

Faint shadows of flowers In the silence of the dawn, I wake up from my dreaming mind; the candlelight throws faint shadows of flowers on the wall. ah, my dreaming mind, you have been a friend to me, been with … Continue reading

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I am confessing this to you now

I am confessing this to you now There is a face that haunts me. I see it still twenty years on. Fifteen foot in diameter, made out of bare branches roughly lashed together, it leaned against the side of the … Continue reading

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I am a loathly damsel

I am a loathly damsel I am a loathly damsel and this my fate; I am assailed by fear and this I do: cut off that which brings me fear, and shrink my own domain, in truth, and shrink my … Continue reading

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Put the camera down, little one

Put the camera down, little one One time I tried to photograph the waves crashing spectacularly on the rocks, with blown spray and flung spume, but the waves laughed at me, and said, ‘Put your camera down, and open your … Continue reading

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We walk, we talk…

We walk, we talk… The landscape of our life together is criss-crossed with the walks that we have done. Often we choose a different route, and open up a new perspective on the country around our home. But each time … Continue reading

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No network

No network As a mobile phone, searching for a network in an area with no reception, will run its battery down to zero, so will we also exhaust ourselves if we spend our time searching elsewhere for happiness. We may … Continue reading

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Such devotion to your practice.

Such devotion to your practice. In the cold pre-dawn dark you rise and put on your habitual black vestments; you pad quickly along the empty street, past the harbour, and along the base of the cliffs. Leaving behind the vestiges … Continue reading

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The ballad of the queen of fairies chair

The ballad of the queen of fairies chair Across the moor, we follow a dream, full of the summer joys of love; in search of the queen of fairies chair, as blithe as larks in the sky above under the … Continue reading

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We tend not to think it will all be over

We tend not to think it will all be over The holiday is over; packing up to go home is relatively easy: just stuff everything there is in a few bags, no decisions to be made. It may be even … Continue reading

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A deep appreciation

A deep appreciation A deep appreciation for the wild energy of creation within and without A deep appreciation for the traditions within and without that wrestle with the energy and translate it into the Word and fashion it into the … Continue reading

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Vinegar days.

Vinegar days. The path winds down through the apple trees on this breezy August day We slowly walk this path, my friends, in silent contemplation. Red apples glow, the air is balm, and the grass we tread is soft. My … Continue reading

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How to be at home

How to be at home You are a great gift. In the dusk I think you are a log lying at the water’s edge but some small movement catches my attention and we both stop very still staring at each … Continue reading

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The freedom in keeping still

The freedom in keeping still The joy of waking up with your child beside you the joy of keeping quiet so they may continue to sleep the perfection of their breathing the perfection of their relaxation the completeness of their … Continue reading

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Armchair rules

Armchair rules Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin by saying you need to get rid of your armchair. It’s the most dangerous piece of furniture in your house. The spiritual health and safety (meditation) executive has comprehensively banned them, … Continue reading

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From still or storm

From still or storm Waking in the night at South Walsham: from the silence of the broad from the stillness of the water from the cooing of the pigeons from the yellowness of the crescent moon from the sharpness of … Continue reading

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