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Saturday 28 April 2018

Catch up...

The long, long, long winter has finally turned to Spring, and we enjoyed, last weekend, a couple of days of really warm sunshine - which, of course, meant we forsook work in the house for the garden, which now has mowed grass, a hacked back west bank all the way along our patch to the north of the house, and the makings of a deluxe chicken coop... Yes, Mrs Fluffybottom and her gang of four (Big Venus, Chickpea, Grey Malkin, and Little T) are arriving next week!! (This is them in their current patch.)



Meanwhile, having celebrated Earth Day last Sunday, 22nd April (did you sign the plastic petition and check your global footprint??), tomorrow, 29th April is the feast day of Catherine of Sienna. Born Caterina Benincasa in 1347, she was the 23rd of 25 children that her mother bore: they didn't all survive, including Caterina's own twin. After the death of her sister Bonaventura in childbirth, Caterina, then aged 16, refused to marry her widower brother-in-law, and chose instead to join the Dominican Order of Penance (later known as the Dominican Third Order), an organisation of religious lay people who lived at home, wore distinctive dress and worked with poor and sick people - of whom there were many, this being the era of the Black Death, which wiped out a third of the population of Europe.

Three years later Caterina experienced a vision of Jesus putting a ring on her finger, which she later described as a 'spiritual marriage' to Christ. While continuing her charitable work, Caterina became concerned by the corruption within the church, and, like many others, blamed this on the moving of the Papal court from Rome to Avignon, French politics and lifestyle being believed to be decadent and corrupt......... No comment!

So, from 1374 onwards, Caterina, and a group of those who followed her lead, began travelling throughout northern and central Italy, advocating clerical reform within the church, repentance, and renewal through total love for God. She also sent a series of letters to Pope Gregory XI, exhorting him to return to Rome, and she was even granted an audience with him in 1377 in Avignon. Caterina also wrote a major treatise about love for God, neighbour, and self, entitled 'The Dialogue of Divine Providence'.



She died at the age of 33, is revered for her writings, her political boldness, and her spirituality, and was proclaimed the first woman 'doctor of the church' in 1970 by Pope Paul VI. Her theology and spiritual experience are generally described as 'mystical'.

The term 'mysticism' has been defined and used in many ways over time, but generally involves extra-ordinary states of mind and experience, including the sense of becoming one with the Divine/Absolute, the consciousness of Godde's omni-presence, and unusual intuitive insights. I like the simple definition that the mystical is that which inspires a spiritual sense of mystery, awe and fascination, or, as another has put it, using the eye of love to gaze at divine realities. As I look around and see the garden and the countryside springing into green life, I know whose hand is at work - and it isn't ours.







Friday 20 April 2018

Godde

I wrote the following prayer as part of a study unit I am creating for the Seminary within which I am also continuing my post-doctoral studies.  I am choosing to use the Middle English term Godde as, for me, it carries both the masculine, feminine, and gender-neutral aspects of the Divinity, and I strongly prefer this to the use of either God - exclusively male - or Goddess - exclusively female.


Holy One,
strong and kind,
compassionate and resolute,
Godde who is all:
I kneel before your beauty and your love.

I thank you for the experiences of this day
and for your presence within it and within me;
I confess the many ways in which I miss the mark
and fall short of being true to my self.

Great and gracious Godde,
grant me your courage to face each new day,
grant me your wisdom in all my encounters with others,
and grant me your patience with my self.

I open my eyes to see you,
my ears to hear you,
my heart to know you...

Laugh and cry with me, Godde, my friend;
speak and move in me, Godde, my Lady and Lord;
live and love through me, Godde, my end and my beginning.

Wait for me, and all your children, until we find you;
inspire me, and all your children, until we serve you in each other
and in all your creation.

The earth and the heavens are your realm,
the power and the glory are yours,
now and for ever.
So mote it be.

Tuesday 17 April 2018

Dark

It must be dark where you are,
shutting people out,
before they have the chance to break your heart.

It must be lonely where you are,
hiding yourself away,
before you have the chance to see who you might be.

Little boy with golden hair, you didn't want a sister.
You wanted life to stay the way it was,
to be the precious baby, the only one;
you never knew how much
you were, and are, the beloved son.

It doesn't have to be this way.
The more you shun, the more I seek;
the more you spurn, the more I need to speak
the words we never said,
to feel the love we never found,
to hold the hand that never led.

Little boy with golden hair, you didn't want a sister.
You wanted life to stay the way it was,
to be the precious baby, the only one;
you never knew how much
you were, and are, the beloved son.

It doesn't have to be this way.
It doesn't have to be this way.



Friday 13 April 2018

The penultimate old song!

Eilon


I'm not going to try with pretty words
to write a song about the spring;
I'm not going to try
to count the raindrops or catch the wind.
It's enough to see the morning rise;
it's enough to watch the land coming alive.

I'm not going to try with pretty words
to write a song to make you mine;
I'm not going to try
to steal your bread or drink your wine.
It's enough just to see you smile,
it's enough to be with you this little while;
it's enough.

I'm not going to try with pretty words
to write a song about the dream
I'm not going to try
to paint the rainbow, say what I've seen.
It's enough to be coming home,
it's enough just to know, yes, just to know
that I'm not alone.