When we went through the river valley it was grey ground but shining the air thick around us white, and as we came up tree ghosts and on one east tree fire in the branches for a moving moment becoming the misty red sun and that fire was lovely to me. And later I realised …
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Why am I so Truthless?
Why am I so truthless? Trigger alert: contains autism and theological language Let’s begin with the earnest adolescent Christian. Everything was so utterly serious, the truth was a matter of more than life or death; salvation or Dalmatian, with Cruella de Ville swishing her satanic furs around the barren churchscape. Enter the decidedly ‘small c’-charismatic …
Congress witches
Calls for memorial to Scotland’s tortured and executed witches https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2019/oct/29/calls-for-memorial-to-scotlands-tortured-and-executed-witches “Come senators, congressmen, please hear the call,” wrote Bob Dylan in 1964, in The times they are a-changing. I was a pre-schooler then, with years ahead before I’d understand his righteous sneer. Now I’ve reached the age where I see that in every generation the …
Vapid no More
Vapid no More This strange relationship, what a novelist would call turbulent, between religion and ruthless me, will never end until my dying day. We sang our gospel songs when I was younger and I can only speak (or sing) for myself. For me, they were, in illo tempore (in that (questionably) sacred time), a …
Just a quick nonthought
today I made a mosaic from floor tiles I smashed. it seemed somehow more beautiful that way. losing your pattern can often be the most beautiful way to freedom.
The blessed WIlliam Stafford[1]
Can’t do better to preface today’s thoughts than to show you this wonderful William Stafford poem, peace be upon him. For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid There is a country to cross, You will find in the corner of your eye, in the quick slip of your foot—air far down, a snap that might …
After Much Counselling
After Much Counselling, what when the endfable failed, and his crystal promissories all dissolved sour? the not-good-bye only a filigree of the still too tangled skein, Gxd failing to come clean, expecting, in fact, he’d wake up to a dream? No, beginningendbeginning rag doll on with wreckage clearing after the forensic team has been, but …
Minister by Night
Imagine the sight in the dim light, a minister priest deacon With a silent sickle marking time and waiting for you But that’s not what I mean, as T S Eliot’s Prufrock (in a frocked coat?) said, that is not what I meant at all. I’ve been down that road, where anger consigns all ministers …
Dud(e) Day
I can hardly imagine anyone less likely to say “dude” than Boris Johnson (except possibly the Queen or Jacob Rees-Mogg). His speech writers must have been on the phone to the White House to ask for some tips. Even so, it’s just never going to be easy for an old Etonian to take an American …
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