Listening to the call of grace

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Pondering on who we are becoming – if we will listen to the call. LOVE’S CALL What makes you come alive, responding to a heartbeat louder than your own. Who draws you out,  revealing glorious colours of your inner world. Where do you hear your name, sounding sweeter than you dare to believe. Listening to … Read more

Time to rediscover our place

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Like missing the beauty in the ordinary, does familiarity obscure the distinctive nature of place? Which is rather sad because we can only be here. Not elsewhere. At any one moment in time. So what is it about this place that is calling to us? And why does it matter? I’m reminded of Thomas Merton’s … Read more

It’s a gift, not a choice

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The wonderful thing about my daily wandering through the valley is seeing what emerges. From the tiny first shoots of an oak tree sprouting from an acorn to the little black squiggles of tadpoles. Yet I don’t see living beings – our more-than-human world – endeavouring to be something other than what they are. There … Read more

On hearing our own voice

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Can we hear our own voice? In a world full of noise, this isn’t easy. How do we know it is ours and not the echo of others? Does it sound like us? Is it a voice we want to be around? A stranger we want to meet, whom we wish others to know. This … Read more

Let your life speak

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This is the powerful title of a beautiful little book by Parker J Palmer, beloved by many friends. David Marlow reminded me of a quote from it yesterday: “Some journeys are direct, and some are circuitous; some are heroic, and some are fearful and muddled. But every journey, honestly undertaken, stands a chance of taking … Read more

Fresh sight from the quiet edge

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Following yesterday’s post, What does this time ask of me? I recalled a phrase I was drawn to a while ago: fresh sight from the quiet edge. So I carried it with me while walking across the hillside after feeding the alpacas. Expecting to see something… FINDINGS AT THE QUIET EDGE At the quiet edge, … Read more

This is the way of life

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This is Jac. I was trying to photograph those beautiful morning-sun-lit trees in the background. But Jac wanted to be in the frame. We all have Jacs. And sometimes, it’s us who assume centre stage. This is the way of life, and we have the opportunity to discern the difference between ego and calling. Because … Read more

Having fresh eyes to see

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We think we see reality when perhaps we only observe what we expect. And the stories we tell ourselves become amplified, and our role in them is firm and secure. Until they aren’t, and the world is no longer what we thought. Yet we have this opportunity to see with fresh eyes. If we are … Read more

In the place of bright sadness

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‘Bright sadness’ is the term that Eastern Orthodox Christians use to describe the current season of Lent. This year, the phrase is incredibly evocative. And as I’ve been pondering on this place’s calling, I cannot divorce it from what is happening in Ukraine. Because places, while distinct, are connected. My place, here in the valley, … Read more

Hearing again the deep call of place

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it is a serious thing just to be aliveon this fresh morningin the broken world + Mary Oliver, from Invitation, in A Thousand Mornings I am feeling the tug of place again. To understand what it means to be here, now, and fulfil that calling. So I go back to Thomas Merton’s words: Humans have … Read more