now is the time to know that all you do is sacred
now is the time for the world to know that every thought and action is sacred
this is the time for you to compute the impossibility that there is anything but Grace
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Now is the season to know that everything you do is sacred
the image of the potter and the clay involves a relation of hands to the work which is the complete opposite of everything abstract, detached and controlled
the relation of the artist to the creation is a relation of loving involvement
a dwelling in vulnerability to surprise and failure
a participation in the medium with all of one’s being
there is a risk as well as a passion and a power in making
the choice and movement of creation become a letting go, a dynamic relationship with the created without desire to command or subsume – creation is an outflowing of love
creation is the defining act at the root of all being, and it is pure gift
in the days before easter dawned we prepared plaited challah, hot cross buns (over 50!) and a good deal of homey bread…
we boiled and painted eggs…
we gathered blossoms and spring flowers; and by saturday evening the monastery was decked yellow and white, smelling of easter goodies, and expectantly awaiting the dawn
the primal flame of the easter bonfire burned well and wild in the late spring wind at dawn; may it burn on within, a flame divided but undimmedmay it burn to dispel darkness, may it restore lost innocence, may it cast out hatred; may it burn on all year; the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you – don’t go back to sleep
Deep round the convent rooves the snows are sparkling to the sun and moon
He establishes control by a regular patrol, and he’d know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking, and it’s certain that he doesn’t approve
of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet when Toby is about and on the move
homey hall-decking this festive season kindled many a small light for meditation…thanks to lots of fun and frolicks gathering the holly and the ivy, especially on Christmas Eve
(we did not miss out on the essential glitzy lights so crucial for a bit of cosy toasting)
(nor did the opportunity for a glamorous black and white photo shoot go amiss)
moonlight and star light, owl and moth light, light through panes of windows and light reflected on polished stone… sometimes we see light but see not whence it comes
the adolescent newcomers, their red combs barely formed, have been heralding the new year with the first fruits of their labour…literally
because when the coops have been cleaned, the water topped up, the perches set in place and the corn feed scattered, our youthful sisters settle down for the quiet narration of their guardian’s latest literary exposition
its a fine feathered active contemplative balance to be kept
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Between the pine woods and orchard a pile of tree trunks felled years ago had quietly kept well the log that found us this Advent.
Wisdom is more mobile than any motion. A reflection of eternal light, while remaining in herself she renews all things.
She is more beautiful than the sun and excels every constellation of the stars. Compared with the light she is found to be superior.
When we look for you, you are in the look of our eyes, in the thought of our looking. There’s no need to go outside.