day 25

I was afraid that with their blocks of concrete the skyscrapers might wound the dawn. But you ought to see how sensitive they are to the morning light, how they disarm and lose their cutting edge and steely soul! They too are caught in the irresistible spell of the holy hour when the whole naturalContinue reading “day 25”

day 21

Your green all dissipated and dissolved, you part company with freshness and sap, suddenly alone and falling.  Down and down, lower you swoop, till the ground greets you.  Different colours are yours now, burnished golds and reds, as though the sunset of your days has painted itself on your canvas.  The light shines through yourContinue reading “day 21”

day 20

In the film Dead Poets Society, Robin William’s character, Mr Keating, provides an aspirational figure for the boys he teaches …  In an iconic moment, Keating climbs on his desk, to the bemusement of his pupils, and begins to speak: ‘Why do I stand up here? Anybody … ? […]  I stand upon my deskContinue reading “day 20”

day 19

Other incarnations, of course, consonant with the environment he finds himself in, animating the cells,  sharpening the antennae, becoming as they are that they, in the transparency of their shadows, in the filament of their calculations, may, in their own way, learn to confront the intellect with its issue. And his coming testified to notContinue reading “day 19”

day 13

You see, there is much I want. Perhaps everything: the darkness of each infinite fall, the scintillant play of each ascent. So many people live without wishes, calm of spirit, light of judgement, muted as princes. But you rejoice in every soul that thirsts and serves, rejoice in all whose hands reserve you for aContinue reading “day 13”

day 10

Sometimes, gliding at night in a plane over New York City I have felt like some messenger called to enter, called to engage this field of light and darkness. A grandiose idea, born of flying. But underneath the grandiose idea is the thought that what I must engage after the plane has raged onto theContinue reading “day 10”

day 9

What I fear and desire most in this world is passion. I fear it because it promises to be spontaneous, out of my control, unnamed, beyond my reasonable self. I desire it because passion has color, like the landscape before me. It is not pale. It is not neutral. It reveals the backside of theContinue reading “day 9”

day 6

I could not predict the fullnessof the day. How it was enoughto stand alone without helpin the green yard at dawn. How two geese would spin outof the ochre sun opening my spine,curling my head up to the skyin an arc I took for granted. And the lilac bush by the redbrick wall flooding theContinue reading “day 6”

standing still for solstice

(all images Kate Kennington Steer) I am drawn to light, of all kinds, in all shapes.  I am pulled towards the symbols and manifestations of the Great Light.  And yet, paradoxically, through chronic ill health, I am often dragged into the most shadowed places within.  The darknesses of depression are a constant companion lurking notContinue reading “standing still for solstice”

psalms for passiontide: Easter Sunday Psalm 66.5

Whether it be in revisiting the victory song that is Psalm 118, or hearing the legends of exile recapped in Psalm 105 or 66, all of the Psalms the Lectionary nominates for Easter Day invite us to: Come and see what God has done (Psalm 66.5 NRSV) These psalmists also agree that all God’s deedsContinue reading “psalms for passiontide: Easter Sunday Psalm 66.5”