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27/09/13 – On starting my Masters degree

On starting my Masters degree:-

 

One of a roomful of eager disciples I strain for every

word and

nuance.

Thirty two of us sitting in this one studio have

travelled

from parts far across the world and not so far;

Some have waited for years for

THIS.

 

THIS is the beginning of a deep and complex journey into

‘self’.

All of us aware of the adventures ahead of us and

some a little

afraid.

In smaller groups we create an image of self.

How intimate this is

and how exposing

too.

Revealing me to the

world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

12-09-13 – Faith

Trust is the reliance on the integrity and strength of the unseen.

If I cannot see it how do I know I can trust it?

 

Sometimes it feels like walking out over a frozen lake.

One step at a time – one foot in front of the other….

 

Gingerly shifting my weight, carefully feeling my way

Did the ice creak? Did I feel it shift beneath my weight?

 

Look.  Listen.  Smell.  Feel. Engage all the senses you have.

Use your brain and weigh the evidence present and past.

 

What about instinct? I hear you say…what about – your “gut”?

Yes I listen to the small voices whispering “caution” in my ear.

 

Then I turn to God and ask.  This thing is bigger than me.

Shall I walk on?  Spiritual guidance may tell me if the ice is thin

 

Trust is the reliance on the integrity and strength of the unseen.

Faith is:

“being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see”

Threads of Gold

We need each of those precious moments and events.
Snapshots of great beauty, and encapsulated joy
in bubbles.

We must celebrate the unexpected gifts of word.
Treasures of glance and touch, and smile
we share.

Hold on when in despair at the cruelty of life
and of mans inhumanity to himself and
the world

These threads of gold shine bright in the tapestry
of dark woven pain and are the fabric which
clothes us

and gives us face.

28/08/13 – I Surrender All

I surrender all

I stand right here on the edge of my world
and gaze across the vast, vast ocean
of years and memories,
joy and grief,
feeling
no remorse, no regret.

Contemplating, syncopating the rhythms of my life,
I open my arms and fly on thermal streams
of love across artificial barriers
of time and space.
sadness
plays no part.

Suspending all my thought and reason
I accept your love gift, freely given,
and lie, face down, before
the mighty power
Yahweh
Nameless one.

I surrender all.

Life drawing

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”
~W.B. Yeats

 

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