Archive - Dec 2009

Christmas Day.  The church bells are ringing, a plane is still flying overhead and the birds sing and soar as normal.  The sky isn’t closed and grey today, it is open with delight, brightness shining from the still hidden sun.  What a thing it is to think about God becoming man.  A folly or impossibility to some, and a matter of common knowledge that fails to thrill for others.  read more »

Oh, it’s wonderful down here in my own little world.  If I switch this light off I’m in a cloak of dark velvet, pierced by the porch lights.  The moon is leaning towards her crescent, tipping southwards but still so bright in the indigo sky.  Hanging over the garden is a faint mist which disappears as you walk into it for the sky is clear and we are open to the breaths of heaven.  read more »

How fitting – the first really cold day on the first of December.  There is a frost on the ground and the air is sharp and still; I was even cold in bed.  The sky, though, the sky is bright against the black outlines of the trees, bright enough to find my way but not to read words.  The birds are singing as ever and I can see the passage of a plane, its white trail the only cloud  read more »