Looking down on my father's
dead face
for the last time
my mother said without
tears, without smiles
without regrets
but with civility
"Good night Willie Lee, I'll see you
in the morning."
And it was then I knew that the healing
of all our wounds
is forgiveness
that pe
Blog: Pictures-Books-Reflections
Greenness
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Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops
University Challenge
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Sad - perhaps - but a day away from Temple Balsall and two rather problematic journeys down the M40 - rain and snow - ice and fog sent me to the TV for relaxation!
I was gald to watch University Challenge. I failed to get into the Kings College team in 1980 and so am
Speak in poetry not prose please?
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'Listen, now, verse should be as natural
As the small tuber that feeds on muck
And grows slowly from obtuse soil
To the white flower of immortal beauty.'
'Natural, hell! What was it Chaucer
Said once about the long toil
That goes like blood to the poem's making?
Leave it to
What will you do when you grow old?
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each
Pray for Zimbabwe
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Here in Temple Balsall we know soemthing of the human cost of the present and longstanding unrest of Zimbawe as we have a number of resisdents who lived there and love its land and people.
The statement from Anglican leaders is a model of prophecy and Christian action -
In Praise of Snow…
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Walking in it is best!
My back garden...
Driving isnt fun - thank goodness you are not in charge of transport for London......
Bringing Dementia out of the shadows
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It is easy to knock the Government and I wonder sometimes if any of us really understand the complex and demanding nature of modern governance?
Today I want to commend the Governments excellent initiatives around Dementia. Let me remind you about the plans. The ambition is
Hugo Young
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Curiosity, Hugo Young argues, is the essential ingredient of the best journalism. The only way to understand any world, especially the ever complex, always churning, often deceiving world of politics, is to craft the right questions and then go in search of the answers.
CandleMas
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The Feast of the Presentation of Jesus at the Temple celebrates an early episode in the life of Jesus, and falls on or around 2 February. In the Eastern Orthodox Church, it is one of the twelve Great Feasts, and is sometimes called Hypapante (lit., 'Meeting'). Other
Giving shape to Old Age
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In the Old Age of the Soul
I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
Te sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning,
So to my soul grown old –
Slumdog Millionaire
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A rather cold afternoon in January is a good time to rediscover the joys of cinema - and my goodness - what a film - deserving every possible acclamation.
So here is the plot!!!
Slumdog Millionaire opens with a police inspector in Mumbai, India interrogating and torturing J
Garlic Mushrooms on a bed of Rocket
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Ingredients
1/2 lb mushrooms, preferably button
1 packet of rocket or 1/2 an iceberg lettuce
(finely shredded)
250g (1/2 pt) whipping cream
1 garlic clove, crushed
3 tbsp sunflower oil
Pepper and salt
1/2 grated nutmeg or flat tsp ground mace
1 tbsp chopped chives
Method
Wipe th
VALUING AGE?
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Later today I shall travel down to London for a small event to mark th epublication of this book. Thanks to my old boss Richard Harries ( now Lord Harries ) the party is to be held in the House of Lords.
Here is a little taste of what I want to share with guests:
How are we to
Memory
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Alzheimer’s Patient
Oh, how can this be?
You and I are losing me
Some day soon
May be morning
Many be noon
I will no longer be the me
You and I know as me
And the answer seems to be
Words, and thought, frequently scramble
And my conversations seem to ramble.
Oh, how can
Patience
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patience
An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog. The fog
slowly flows
uphill.
White
cobwebs, the grass
leaning where deer
have looked for apples.
The woods
from brook to where
the top of the hill looks
over the fog, send up
not one bird.
So absolute, it
How are we to understand our Life?
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SO MANY DIFFERENT LENGTHS OF TIME
How long is a man’s life, finally?
Is it a thousand days, or only one?
One week, or a few centuries?
How long does a man’s death last?
And what do we mean when we say, ‘gone forever’?
Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clari
Sissinghurst
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Sissinghurst: An Unfinished History
by Adam Nicolson,
Harper, 2008
There are some places that have an extraordinary ability to get inside one’s mind and heart. Sissinghurst is one such place. I have only visited once, nearly 30 years ago – a day trip out of Lo
Spiced Fish and Rice
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Another discovery to share with you:
If you prefer an even more oriental flavour, a splash of dark soy sauce can be added - experiment with it and make it your own special recipe. It's such fun to do - keep tasting and add new ingredients a little at a time so you don't s
Obama and the weight of expectation
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If you had to choose another job I wonder what that job would be? Perhaps the move from being a teacher to a builder? Out of the kitchen as a cook into a hospital as a nurse? Away from the desk to a more physical job where papers and computers do not dominate?