“I am only one, but still I am one.
I cannot do everything, but still I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything,
I will not refuse to do the something I can do.”

Edward Everett Hale

Friday, 28 April 2023

My Little Piece of Heaven

Marcel Proust, the French author of the famous In Search of Lost Time, advises us to "Always try to keep a little piece of heaven above your life."


And that is exactly what I have been doing this week. After getting this Sunday's service written and recorded (on Monday!) I set off on the long journey up the M6 to my best friend's cottage in Cumbria. Since then, I have enjoyed three gorgeous days in her good company, conversing, playing endless games of canasta, and sitting in the lounge crocheting. It has been peaceful and relaxing and good.

Coming up here has been my "little piece of heaven" for some time now. When I'm tired and frazzled after long weeks and months of solid work, she is kind enough to offer me a bolt hole, where the only thing I have to think about is enjoying her company.

Whenever I drive back home, there is the feeling of leaving behind a haven of peace and re-entering my real life. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning, as I have a service at Shrewsbury on Sunday. And that is good too. I am blessed in my vocation. But sometimes, just sometimes, it is good to spend a few days away from it all. Then I return home rejuvenated and relaxed, ready to reconnect with the wider world.

Thank you, Celia.



Friday, 21 April 2023

In Search of Paradise

According to the Hebrew Bible, Adam and Eve were expelled from Paradise very early in human history. And people have been searching for the elusive ideal of "paradise" ever since. So it was interesting to read Bernard of Clairvaux's view of this. He was a 12th century Cistercian abbot who later became a saint. And he wrote, "You do not enter the garden of paradise with your feet, but with your heart."


There is a fascinating article about the concept of Paradise by Hugh S. Pyper, in The Oxford Companion to Christian Thought. In it, he explains the various theories about Paradise - it is the "garden of the Lord", or a reference to a Golden Age, or the Elysian Fields or the Isles of the Blest, or a physical garden somewhere in the Middle East. Then, at the end of the article, he brings it right up to date, writing, "But the quest for the earthly paradise hs never quite died.... Even for those Christians who would not read the geography of Genesis literally, paradise has lately gained new significance as a reminder of the natural order which has been threatened by human despoliation of the earth. It also holds out a vision of a world restored to ecological balance and transcending social, sexual, and racial difference."

Which fits in well with Bernard of Clairvaux's idea. Perhaps paradise is only attainable when we stop treating the Earth as a resource to be used, and start to think of it as a precious place to be respected, cleaned up and cared for. Because in the 250 or so years since the Industrial Revolution began, "Western man has acted as master and lord of his environment, paying no heed to the effects of his actions on the environment. In the name of progress, water, land, air, and the wildlife they support have been despoiled and depleted, perhaps beyond reclaim." (Jonathan Helfand)

It is tragic that, in spite of all the publicity about the climate crisis, most of us in the West are still a society of consumers, with our heads buried firmly in the sand. Natural resources such as gas and oil are running out and the biodiversity on which our planet depends for its health is at risk from the activities of humankind. And it is not only "other people" who are to blame. We are all to blame. I've been watching the new David Attenborough programme Wild Isles in recent weeks, about the natural life in the British Isles. And he has made it crystal clear that species of animals, birds, fish, plants and insects are dying out, here, now, because of the activities of humankind in this country.

In the Anniversary Service at this year's Unitarian GA meetings, Rev Winnie Gordon asked, "When will we wake up and truly be aware of the problems and how we are complicit in them?" And stated, "Our faith calls us to responsibility for the fate of this planet. Calls us to account for each other in our working, playing, nurturing and growing, our educating and profiting - in this world, now, and for all generations to come. Acticism transcends creed, dogmas, doctrine, and social constructs (if done right), and mends (makes whole) the divisions and separateness. That our individualistic beliefs create." Her words wer a powerful call to action for all of us, by all of us.

I believe that if we are to save our beloved blue and green planet, we will need to make extensive changes to how we live our lives, far beyond putting stuff out for recycling. Each of us has a responsibility, both to the planet and to future generations, to both make greener choices as individuals and to show up for justice, so that we may find ways to collectively make a difference.


 




Friday, 14 April 2023

The Joy of Idleness

 The run-up to the Unitarian GA meetings, which took place between 3rd and 6th April, was a very busy time for me. Since I came home, just over a week ago, I have been rediscovering the joy of (occasional) idleness. So I was amused to read this week's quotation, by the first century Roman statesman, scholar and philosopher, Cicero: "There is no-one who cannot indulge in doing nothing for once."


I spent a very enjoyable Easter Weekend in the company of my immediate family - my daughter came to visit us on Maundy Thursday and stayed for most of Good Friday, during which we went for a gorgeous walk in Salcey Forest in the Spring sunshine; we enjoyed the company of my son, his partner and her son on Easter Sunday, when we went over to their house for a delicious lunch; and Maz and I went to see the film Dance Crazy on Easter Monday evening. Which was a real blast from the past for both of us, being made up mainly of footage from gigs by live Two Tone bands such as The Selecter, The Specials, The Beat, The Bodysnatchers, Madness, and Bad Manners. Which were all the rage when he and I first became an item. All in all, the long weekend was a lovely antidote to the busyness of the previous weeks.

So I was able to return to work, refreshed, on Tuesday, and am thoroughly enjoying the process of regrounding myself in my calling as District Minister. 

Yet, looking at Cicero's words again, I see that even during the long weekend, when I was resting from work, I was not simply "doing nothing". I much prefer active leisure, rather than loafing around. Even in the evenings, when I'm relaxing in front of the tv, I generally have either some crochet or cross-stitch on the go. In fact, I find Doing Nothing really hard.

Yet I know it is good for me - to spend time each day in stillness and silence, open to the presence of the Spirit around and within me. So each morning I do a short sit on my meditation bench, in front of the shrine in my bedroom, to set me up for the day. It is the only time I can tolerate actually doing *nothing*, as opposed to actively enjoying my leisure time. Doing the things I love nourishes my soul. 


Friday, 7 April 2023

The Importance of Detail

 Georges Braque was a 20th century painter, who was involved in both the Fauvism and Cubism movements, and who worked closely with Pablo Picasso. Which knowledge makes this week's quote by him, "It's the detail that keeps it entertaining and lively"illuminating.

Because I guess he means (in the context of his painting) it is this brushstroke, that choice of colour which makes the difference. And I believe that this is not only true for painters; but also for writers and other creators. Whether we choose to express our creativity with paints, pencils, words, threads, clay or yarn (or any other medium), it is the details that lift our work out of the ordinary and into the realm of being "entertaining and lively."

Unfortunately, the version of Blogger on my PC is not allowing me to upload this week's photo, which is of delicate mauve and purple pansies growing out of what look like eggshells. In which it is indeed the detail that make the image.

I have always believed that poetry is "the best words in the best order", to quote Samuel Taylor Coleridge. On many occasions, my breath has been taken away by the juxtaposition of words and images in unexpected order. There is the moment of savouring, then the excitement as the meaning sinks in. I have blogged about this before, here. 

I am just home from our Unitarian General Assembly annual meetings, during which many words were spoken (including quite a lot by me, during the plenary sessions!) For me, the highlight of the week was the Anniversary Service, which had the title, Justice does not just happen: Showing up for Justice. Revs. Kate Dean and Stephanie Bisby were the service leaders, and Rev Winnie Gordon was the Anniversary Preacher, and their words went straight to the hearts of their hearers. 

Thank God for all creators, who keep our world entertaining and lively.