Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Elemental

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Earth. Water. Air. Fire

The stuff that matters.
In a series of extended meditations, Malcolm Doney and Martin Wroe explore each of the four elements as a way of asking who we are, what we’re made of ... and why we’re here.

The stuff of life.

Earth. Water. Air. Fire

With illustrations by Rob Pepper.

Monday, December 21, 2009

STOCKI SURMISES THE SIGNIFICANCE OF
RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE'S
CHRISTMAS NUMBER 1

Good reflection about the 'Rage against the Machine' win against the
UK X Factor TV Show which has taken over the Christmas number one single in recent years.

Stocki is a big Greenbelt Festival Character and far more articulate than me with his reflective yearnings. Good stuff
Follow his blog here



Skype from Joy last night again and some final pictures now that she is on the way home - landing in shivery UK to morrow night.

Skype is so unbelievable as she is there on a wee island I us here with full face to face vision.

The product will be photos of models wearing bathing gear - she says the location is the best. She says lots of people are arriving there for Christmas and New Year.


It will be great to see her home safe sound and cold like the rest of us!









Family whispers
secret presents
from lists provided
secret parcels from Amazon.

Big build up
Tescos started it.
Four days left
Then it slides away
so quickly into New Year.

New
jumpers
slippers
shirts
sock
and
(underclothes)
in brackets.

I wish we could get toys again.
I guess gadgets fix the men.
What do women get?
All the hard work I guess!

Christmas fills all space
busy with family humans*
busy with tinsel*
busy with food*
busy with alcohol
busy with TV*
busy with no time to think/reflect
busy with presents*
busy with NO TIME

* and then I think
*of the beautiful humans
*who live in homeless hostels
*who are dysfunctional in relationships
*who are in conflict with family
*who are rejected by family
*who have dependancy issues
*who are with humans they don't want to be with
*who stop me in the street
and boast about their
new place to sleep
because it is under a stairwell
with an air-con extract
= warmth
= for Christmas ...............

*I am dwelling on those who are facing Christmas in fear.
Little children who are in the way.
Teenagers pregnant without a shed to sleep in.
Teenagers who have complex violent relationships.
Humans who will not chose to be - alone.
@Christmas

I feel .........



I ran aground in a harbour town
lost the taste for being free

Two thousand years and half a world away
dying trees still grow greener when you pray

Like a pearl in sea of liquid jade
His ship comes shining
like a crystal swan in a sky of suns
His ship comes shining.

Lyrics by
Bruce Cockburn
The story of my life
could any lyrics be so good?
Reminds me of me.
love it love it

It is ok to run aground
if we never walk towards the edge
we will never know how far we can go.

Comfortable is a dangerous place to reside.
(OK for a day off tho)

It is great when
his ship comes shining ..............

Sunday, December 20, 2009






What sort of body are you?
A busy-body
A lazy-body
A beautiful – body
You see my body, not my mind, not my soul, not my heart, not my feelings
Does any-body care?
Every- body wants to be a some-body
No-body wants to be a no-body
I am body – therefore I am

“The soul does not war with the body; the soul loves the body” - Meister Eckhart

“Our sensuality is a gift from God; in fact, “God is our sensuality” – Julian of Norwich
“You need four hugs a day for survival, eight for maintenance, and twelve for growth”
Virginia Satir

And so finally we are left with body. A body theology majors in touch, in feelings, in the senses, in sensuality (the English word for Incarnation) in what touches us and moves us. Body theology grounds us in the now, in the present, in the moment and demands a rediscovery of the reverence of flesh and a reawakening of the body, the resurrection of the bodily.

I wish you all a SENSUAL, embodied, Christmas.



by James Hawes

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