9. Day 21: Joy Is God-speed
The siege in a cafe in the CBD in Sydney last week by a Muslim radical has led to a flurry of Muslim/anti-Muslim interviews, news stories here in the UK and overheard casual commentary on trains and in coffee houses. The act of violence and spectacle again raises the issue of conflict, distrust and even hatred between “us” and “them”. This fear and distrust is uncomfortable especially when it is in your face. I noticed while traveling by train from Lancaster to London on surely one of the busiest train travel days of the year (the weekend before Christmas) a large...
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Prison does things to a person. Even if it is pretend. Today we visited Lancaster Castle which was a prison up until 2011. It is am imposing building; sturdy, solid, resonating with history, grief and ordinary boredom. There are still operational courts in the castle complete with carved stone, huge paintings of various dukes and princes and crests of everyone from the most recent High Sheriff to Queen Elizabeth II. We had one of the most interesting tours we have had in all of the places we visited. Our docent was a part time actor who had recently published a play based on the true...
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Today dawns slowly and I am brushing up on my Wordsworth in preparation for our visit to Dove Cottage and Rydal Mount, two beloved homes of the great romantic poet William Wordsworth. Wordsworth knew joy. And grief, and longing, sadness and utter delight. He lived and felt and expressed the emotions and circumstances of his own life. I was struck by his working definition of poetry; “the spontaneous overflow of emotion recollected in tranquility”. This could be the very definition of my journaling. My journaling, indeed began with poetry. The poetry was my first inkling of...
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The days are getting shorter and shorter here, as they are all over the northern hemisphere. However, we are farther north than we normally are and we are experiencing a mild form of PTSD with the daily gathering darkness. It is nye on 8am as I write and it is still pitch dark. I never realized just how connected to the light my body is. I literally crave the sunshine and light. (oh, reminder to self, take some vitamin D) We are sluggish to start the day and want to curl up in a nappy rug and 3:30 when the sun starts to leave again. We truly are wired for light and sunshine. I guess...
Read More9. Day 17: The Office Is Leaking……Joy?
Another call in the middle of the night gave us a renewed opportunity to be present, admit powerlessness on the one hand and all joy, peace, and trust on the other hand. California has been experiencing drought conditions for the past nearly two years. Our rainfall has been scant, we have been on segregated watering days and even the Mercedes Benz service department has ceased offering a car-washing service for owners due to water restrictions. We don’t get served water at restaurants unless requested and though old trees are being watered, the grass around our Capitol is being...
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