Keeping An Easter Message Alive
We rise to play a greater part — (Update 2021) A year on from its original publication, I bring these words to the attention of new readers — especially to those followers gained during this continuing pandemic struggle. The turmoil and confusion that has so destabilized our worlds should be seen in the context of past disruptions. From…
Are lessons Too Late For The Learning?
Maybe not. Late up again, this morning. I open the curtains to let in the new daylight. Just over the road, I see a well-ordered, socially distanced, queue of masked parents, each with a toddler or two, waiting for school to begin. Those youngsters, at the start of their schooling…
Just Going Beyond.
Lines we crossed in 2020 Whether marking success or failure, the lines we crossed will now, not be erased. They’re often crossed — for sure. Others, pass unnoticed, ’til shattered shocks are seen, across a new divide. We see a tide of new awareness. We see some, swept or dragged along, and more were left behind. Count your crossings — joys, regrets, confusions, And trust lines shattered. But hope for better,
Lines we crossed in 2020
Whether marking success or failure,
the lines we crossed will now,
not be erased.
They’re often crossed — for sure.
Others, pass unnoticed,
’til shattered shocks are seen,
across a new divide.
We see a tide of new awareness.
We see some, swept or dragged along,
and more were left behind.
Count your crossings — joys, regrets, confusions,
And trust lines shattered.
But hope for better,
local leadership emerged.
This year of letting go created new capacity.
Sharpened recognition of all our ills.
Called for community action.
Ahead? Another year of choices.
Will we step back? Hold the line?
Fingers crossed for fewer scars in 21.
We could all use some healing.
Created in the UK at the Winter Solstice this pause for reflection,
at the end of a decisive and divisive year, is dedicated to
Médecins Sans Frontières.
Ask Not For Whom
The question of this moment It was entirely appropriate that the very first thanksgiving service in the wake of our Queen’s passing was held at St. Paul’s cathedral. St Paul’s, rebuilt after the Great Fire of London (1666) and much repaired after the blitz during World War II, is where…
Worn Out With Worry
In a world run ragged — August is a time for reflection, for catching up on reading, a time for sitting back and putting a whole heap of stuff into perspective. It could also be a good time to get some breeze through my brain before the start of the new term. It could be all…
Portchester’s Summer Reading Challenge
Our library in Portchester is a hub for community activities. The newly dug and re-planted border (thanks to volunteers and schoolchildren) has brightened the entrance before this year’s Reading Challenge gets underway from Saturday 16th July. Aimed at schoolchildren throughout the summer holidays, this year we have a theme embracing…
The Prisoners’ Theatre
Being a prisoner of war when Napoleon was rampaging through Europe cannot have been much fun. But those held in Portchester Castle back in 1810 were a resourceful lot — particularly on the home entertainment front. Many of the prisoners were sailors — this was just two years before the…
The Lowest of Low Waters
A meditation — He started his silent Monday meditation well before dawn, interrupted only by the cries of seabirds and the gentle lapping of the water — which was now almost at his waist. The lowest of low waters always occurs here around 06:00. Between the coast path and Pewit Island the ebb…
You Said, What?*!
A regular complaint about politics is the lack of plain speaking. Illustration of climate activist Greta Thunberg (source: INGmedia) Even when truths are unavoidably uncomfortable, a lack of ambiguity (removing any excuse for convenient misunderstanding) will annoy some people. …