The wind is so strong I can’t open the door. When I do manage to force my way out along the very icy passageway that leads to an outbuilding in my garden, I get blown along the path. The wind is that strong. It’s almost impossible to open the door. I am aware that I…
Saturday 13th February 2021 10- 4pm with Jacky Seery This practice day will be held on the online meeting platform Zoom. Bring a ray of sunshine into the gloom as we nurture a smile into our being and spend a day of gentle mindfulness practice together. You may have been attending our daily practice sessions,…
Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith: what we need is here. And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye, clear. What we need is here.…
The sun now sets at 4:15 – how am I feeling? There is a pandemic causing suffering – how am I feeling? Lockdown 2 begins today – how am I feeling? The Summer Sun is over – how am I feeling? Dark evenings, Cold weather, Isolation – how am I feeling? Election frenzy in…
In the land of words, I stand as still as a tree and let the words rain down on me. Come, rain, bring your knowledge and your music. Sing while I grow green and full. I’ll stand as still as a tree, and let your blessings fall on me. by Eloise Greenfield During these…
As we face another few months of restrictions I have been reflecting on life since Covid began affecting our lives – some 6 months ago back in March. I became aware that the news of tighter restrictions as cases of Covid soar again, was causing me some angst and this was manifesting as a tiredness…
One day this week I was looking at the news on my Guardian app. Relentless awful news: Covid rising again, young students confined to their rooms, new policy in schools to not teach anything anti-capitalist and a further undermining of the BBC and free journalism in the UK. I have friends who are facing the…
Where I live is very prone to days of fog. It furtively appears, seemingly out of nowhere. It can be hot and sunny with cloudless blue skies and then suddenly the whole landscape disappears into white nothingness. Even in my garden I can sit and watch the wet mist swirling around just feet away from…
There’s a route I walk a few times a week. The last part of the walk involves a mile-long uphill path through fields of ripened wheat. I call it the never-ending field. I’ve called it that because, at the end of the walk it is not only an uphill struggle, especially if it is raining…