Category Archives: peculiar blue collection

I once was lost

 When I’d been married three months I lost my wedding ring, which is not a clever thing to do. I also lost it on my birthday, which was not a great present. We were staying at a camping barn with … Continue reading

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The river runs nearby, contributing sound.

 You all sit round me in silence, feeling my warmth. Beyond you, the valley sides rise, clothed in trees. The early morning mist is dissipating into grey cloud. The river runs nearby, contributing sound.   You all sit round me … Continue reading

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To boldly go

 Last night on our walk in the fields nearby we came across a hole in the hedge that was not there before. The hedge at this point is very tall and thick, and the new hole is therefore like a … Continue reading

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Junk and emptiness

 A farmer near me harvests junk. His yard is stacked high with scrap: old tyres, rusting engines and iron. There’s even an ancient petrol pump. His tractor can just squeeze between the piles.   Most people think it’s an extraordinary … Continue reading

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Raspberry topping

 You’re hanging around at the side of the path looking luscious and tempting. You’re showing off your ripeness, the promise of succulent delights. Millions of years of evolution are strong in me: I stop, and reach out.   Your juices … Continue reading

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Not another one to love

 Across the silent room your face is there, your being is present. I have always, over the years, allowed myself to be fond of you.   Now, some circumstances of the moment create a small opening: painfully, reluctantly, my heart … Continue reading

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Hello little illness

 I’ve got this illness at the moment. It’s making me tired and off-colour: gives me sweats or makes me cold, causes me discomfort in my neck.   I’m trying to make friends with it. A good man recommended this to … Continue reading

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Slow walking meditation

 The slowly moving feet in line are walking in the room; the breathing in, the breathing out, the peacefulness of home.   My feet are placing themselves carefully on the boards, our path is along the edge of the room … Continue reading

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The promise of the depths

 Here is not a puddle for a toddler to stamp through, or frothy rapids for excited adolescents to scream in. Here is a pool in the bend of the river where we swim together.   We leave our clothes near … Continue reading

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Buddha words

When, in the freshness of the early morning sunshine, against the backdrop of the garden you love, the bees, contentedly moving from flower to flower, are humming harmoniously amongst the red poppies, consider this: the perfection of the scene is … Continue reading

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Wilson Rd, 1976

 Skinning up: our regular ritual together. A certain complex arrangement of cigarette papers licked and stuck together; the breaking open of a cigarette or two, and the placing of the loose tobacco in a line; the warming of the resin … Continue reading

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Love and devotion

 Just a few years after I stopped worshipping God, I started worshipping you. I saw only beauty, and felt only welcome. It was not possible to hold back: all my best was for you. In devotion, love made itself.   … Continue reading

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Transformation in the rain

And ah my friends, while the rain teems down, let us stop here in the woods by the river and build a fire to sit around.   Let us drop our bags, and scatter to find fuel: dead branches and … Continue reading

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God in three persons, perfect trinity

God is all, God is nothing; God is form, God is emptiness, God is the creator God God is the disbelief in God God is perfect understanding. O my love, be open to me, let your radiance shine upon me, … Continue reading

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It’s a year…

 It’s a year since you died and still you are with me. As your body faded over the months, something else grew clearer: your essence, stripped of its cover, the steady burn of love at the heart of you. Seeing … Continue reading

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This knowledge of me

 Here is a special moment of the summer – rolling back the cover on the compost heap laid to rest eight months ago. Back then this heap comprised dead and dying stuff: uprooted plants, rotting carrots, cut grass. Since then … Continue reading

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No fox cubs playing

 Looking down rolling northern English countryside on a sunny evening in June silage fields cut, and silage-to-be waiting long shadows cast by trees and hedgerows a pasture with two figures sitting on a grassy slope no fox cubs playing  Looking … Continue reading

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Recognising God

 If in the silence of the meeting I open to the presence of God then who knows how God will show up – what are my recognition skills like? I may find hints of God in the silence and the … Continue reading

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Turning a peculiar blue

I thank you for the bluebell wood you took me to again We left the footpath and in the corner of the field we found the hole in the hedge and crawled through  I thank you for the shaded space … Continue reading

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A shard of glass gleaming amongst seedling lettuce

A shard of glass gleaming amongst seedling lettuce: washed clean by the overnight rain, glinting now in the early morning sun. I harvest it carefully and store it on a ledge of the drystone wall that edges our vegetable garden. … Continue reading

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