Profession in the Community of Sr Clare by Rev’d Sr Carolin Clare.
A joyful celebration – Carolin Clare pictured signing her vows on the altar.
A happy day shared with family and friends.
Most of the Sisters will be away for the month of November, we would appreciate no communications!=as our internet access will be limited. Thank you for your prayer and support for this time at the Anglican chaplaincy in Assisi. And we look forward to letting you know of our adventures when we are back here at the convent in December.
celebrating Clare of Assisi this year
the garden (and shed) were vibrant with colour
the heavens together with all creatures cannot contain the Creator – only the human soul
and what incomparable treasure is hidden in that field
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
morris men sticks video-iPhone from Freeland Community on Vimeo.
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 undimmed
may 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
sevillana* looks so colourful that the novice may fear complex practice and training
rich lyrics explore country life, innocence, pilgrimage, everything about love
choreography is passed on from generation to generation and knowing it is very useful 
sevillana can be enjoyed by all ages and sexes – and not only on fiestas 
sevillana has a deliberately limited musical pattern into which dancers infuse their own memories, creativity and experience 
but as lovers of Haiku or Blues may know, voluntary limitation can be a path to true creative freedom
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
