Zygmunt Bauman believes that vagabonds or vagrants offer an apposite metaphor of the postmodernist.
What keeps vagabonds moving is their disillusionment with the last place of rest and the hope that eventually the right locale will be found to give them a long-awaited sense of
Run the course of life’s banquet – approaching old age
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One very old way of depicting that shape of our destiny and humanity  is to picture life as a banquet, with a succession of courses through which one proceeds —   and also, to be sure, having a stopping point beyond which the banquet cannot be prolonged without destroyin
Challenging Power?
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From yesterdays sermon:
(Luke 8. 26-39 )
Christians everywhere have for centuries both colluded with power and authority and challenged it by shining the light of the Gospel on it when it got out of hand. I believe we too today are called as Christians to challenge po
Hands on …….
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The power of touch and connection
What is the meaning of Age
Always better together
Living by the Word.....
Nurture Wisdom?
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And what, in practice, does that wisdom mean for us?
What does it mean to have a listening heart and an understanding mind? I believe it means the capacity to hold together two things.
On the one hand lies the ability to incorporate intricate complexity and diversity, to comp
flowering
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Light splashed this morning
on the shell-pink anemones
swaying on their tall stems;
down blue-spiked veronica
light flowed in rivulets
over the humps of the honeybees;
this morning I saw light kiss
the silk of the roses
in their second flowering,
my late bloome
Garter Day 2013
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Garter Day takes place today and already the castle is full of purpose and activity! King George VI reintroduced an annual service for the Order of the Garter in 1948. Up to that year services had been held irregularly. At first glance the processions, uniforms, r
The meaning and life in our hands
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The power and possibility of diversity
The Wonder and wisdom of Age
The awesomeness of prayer across the generations
springtime
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A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by the world.
Three times the bell tolls; it echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside-down in the lake.
Love is a vast sea. It cannot be emptied.
And, like springtime, insight flows easily, everywh
morning rain
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The dawn light. A light rain.
I hear it on the treetop leaves.
Then, the mist. The morning wind
blows it and the clouds away.
Now colours deepen, and a sense of grace:
the presence of water.
And then, across the landscape
the smell of morning rain.
Embrace your weakness
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David Ford proposed in a Lent Book some years ago, the Christian life involves learning to be overwhelmed well, and this will mean in the company of others, in the body of a church that weans its members from an idolatrous fixation on their own virtues - that weans them, in oth
Community as a place of Hope?
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What do you hope for? What holy dream keeps you searching in the midst of darkness?
I don't mean a list for Santa Claus - but we could all learn something from the earnestness and energy: of childlike anticipation. Most of us adults are too shy or fearful or even ashamed to
purple as…
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Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh.
Every day I will give you a colour,
like a new flower in a bud vase
on your desk. Every day
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later life
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Rainer Marie Rilke's poem "The Walk" invokes an image of
later life, a time of life by which we are grasped even if we
cannot grasp it-- that "sunny hill" which belongs to old age
imagined as 'our future selves:'
My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
going far ah
curves
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Later someone
told me they had found out
the universe is a kind of strip that
twists around and joins itself, and I believe it,
sometimes I can feel it, the way we are
pouring slowly toward a curve and around it
through something dark and soft, and we are bound
LIFE BEYOND GRIEF
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From the vantage point of youth, sorrows in later life
seem so relentless that we cannot imagine living through them.
We watch elders lose friends and relatives, give up beloved
houses, and relinquish cherished involvements. It an seem that
later life is composed of inter
very intense
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I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Very quick. Very intense,
like a wolf at a live heart.
Not lazy.
When a lazy man, they say,
looks toward heaven,
the angels close the windows.
Recovering our Mission? Turning outwards…..
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Desmond Tutu's dream is founded in the image of the reign of God, the full dignity of all humanity, and an insistence that all God's children are made to dwell together in peace, with justice. He has nation and of the world, and to make their methods seem absurd or ridi
Waiting
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Waiting is not a passage of time to be traversed but a condition of our being. In waiting, time enters our bodies; we are the time that passes. We wait even if we are not aware that we are waiting. The instrumental nature of ordinary waiting - where we usually wait for somethin
iris
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Then in the valley, where the brook went by,
Silvering the ledges that it rippled from,
An isolated slip of fallen sky,
Epitomizing heaven in its sum,—
An iris bloomed—blue, as if, flower-disguised,
The gaze of Spring had there materialized.
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