The violence in Israel and Palestine has silenced me. This song was shared with me and is the prayer I most want to join in with. May this prayer be effective. Amen: https://youtu.be/YyFM-pWdqrY
How long…?

I am speechless to see the reality of the situation in Palestine and Israel in this graphic. Britain was very complicit in this journey, alongside other nations. We were trying to find a home for Jews after the horror of the Second World War when so many of them were killed. I myself have Jewish family background so don’t take this lightly. I have no desire to minimise the terror of anti semitism and the holocaust in particular. But now it’s like the hatred fuelling Hitler’s persecution of Jews and others, which everyone agreed needed to end, has been meted out systematically over the past 76 years against the Palestinians whose land has now been reduced to an unfeasibly small area. This is an over simplification. The Palestinians have not been put into gas chambers or sent to concentration camps. But they have been driven out of their country, or oppressed in an inhumanely controlling regime.
Many Palestinians have fled in order to remake their lives. They’ve had to because they have had their homes and livelihoods (olive farms etc) stolen from them. Looking at the maps above you can see why. Even things like access to water supply, medicine and other basic infrastructure you need to live has been denied to them as Israel has taken more and more land for its own settlements. Most Palestinians in Gaza have had to build water tanks on their roofs in order to be able to survive because they can’t get access to water as they would have done before the Israeli occupation. Imagine having your water supply taken from you in your own country. Imagine that.
There has been a systematic disassembling of the dignity of the Palestinian people for decades. Nothing justifies bombs and missiles, but I can understand the need to find a way to resist, when everything has been taken from you and your family, including many, many lives being taken.
Jews need somewhere to live but I do not believe there was ever any need to take the homes of others to house them. Surely there is enough land for all on this earth? I know it’s more complex, but is it? Really? I know I don’t know, I can’t understand. But the situation is so dire.
I understand the holiness of the holy land, as a Christian and as someone with Jewish heritage. But God is surely big enough to meet us anywhere? And God will work their purpose out without requiring humans to be at war with one another. We are not living in ancient times any longer. And we have the stories in our holy books to learn from. Those of us with faith already know how God can work miraculously, and needs no “help” from us. The constant refrain through the Hebrew Bible is to look after the foreigner in your midst. Look after them. Not strip their dignity. God desires mercy, humility and love for those disempowered, not sacrifice and not violence, surely. If this were not the case, why would we worship God?
We look after exiles and refugees, remembering we were once exiles ourselves in Egypt. That’s the refrain in the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament). We all have ancestors who were exiles or refugees if you trace our ancestors far enough back. And in the future we may all become refugees again due to war, unpredictable flooding or drought, other extreme weather events or political events beyond our control. I think this should affect the way we treat others who are refugees or exiled from their homelands today, and how we treat others still attempting to live in their homeland under occupation, too. We are all ultimately brothers and sisters anyway.
I don’t know what the answers are, but I have a weariness with war and violence. This is a heaviness of heart, which surely must be shared by people on all sides of the conflict by now?
I remember teaching about this conflict decades ago. The teenagers I taught then used to say to me, “Miss, why do adults fight?” We looked into it all; the history of the land, its significance to each party. When squabbling broke out in the classroom, I drew their attention to it and said, “Look – here you are criticising adults for fighting, and you’re fighting yourselves…” But at the end of the day, I recognised their question as valid.
At the end of the day I am a long way from Israel and Palestine. I don’t know how people live in the midst of the constant threat of bombs and violence. How they manage to survive when it takes them three hours just to get through a checkpoint in order to get to work in the morning not far from where they live. (I don’t know how you find patience for that sort of thing, when soldiers presumably following orders from somewhere deliberately take hours over something that could take minutes? When the whole idea that you can’t just pass by easily is meaningless anyway, since this was once all just the country you lived in, with no impassable walls and borders through the middle of it.)
I don’t know how it feels to lose a daughter or a son who really believed in working for peace at the hands of others who didn’t even know them but who have developed such a strong sense of hate that they are ready to take human lives seemingly indiscriminately.
I am not condoning violence on either side, but I am trying to understand where it is coming from. And I am longing and praying for alternative ways to be found now. For those who want to walk humbly and embody kindness and mercy and creativity to come to the fore and be watched, listened to, attended to and followed.
For anyone wanting to understand more from the Palestinian angle, I recommend this humane, poignant and revealing book by Raja Shehadeh: Where the Line is Drawn: Crossing Boundaries in Occupied Palestine https://g.co/kgs/B48QYx
When I think back to my teaching days, I wonder whether young people may bring a wholly different approach to these age old conflicts? Here come the young. May they bring hope, vision, compassion, creativity, love and healing in their wake. Martyn Joseph has voiced this prayer of longing. Amen for the young of Palestine and Israel and all countries: https://youtu.be/BVesEfMD3jA?si=-hb6joC52vLmTRhr
Rest & Recreation
I love spending time with artists and creative people of all sorts. I find their work so inspiring. And mostly it’s there to be lived or experienced, which is an extraordinary gift. Experiencing art of any sort always seems to inspire creativity in me, which is often deeply satisfying in a way I can’t quite explain.

This week I had the delight of seeing Matthew Bourne’s Romeo & Juliet, which sparked a lot of wondering and ideas, as well as reminding me of the striking beauty of light and shadow.
Then I’ve been reading about rest and sabbath as I land finally on a very long-awaited day off today. In this moment of stillness, invited by the slowing of a rest day, my eye caught the pattern of shadows on the wall as the trees were being blown about. I decided to film them, suddenly realising in so doing that in our urban location some massive and possibly awful thing is happening (or maybe many awful things), judging by the number of sirens in the background. I notice these, offer my stillness as some kind of prayer, and return to relishing the moment; the wind, the autumn leaves, the unseasonal warmth which invites my sitting outside.
Watching this back reminds me of Walter Brueggeman’s concept of “sabbath as resistance”. The idea that to be still and rest is a form of protest against the drivenness of our culture.
My mini odyssey of creativity today has led me via the wonderful Patrick Shen’s Notes from the Shed https://www.patreon.com/posts/90395833?utm_campaign=postshare_fan to the photography of Fan Ho today. Such beauty: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2022/dec/09/the-cartier-bresson-of-the-east-fan-hos-hong-kong-in-pictures
I receive Patrick Shen’s Patreon as I was so struck by his film In Pursuit of Silence (2015) when I saw it at the Sheffield Doc Fest some years ago. I have since rewatched it and shared it with many others.

I recently looked him up and discovered he is trying to find a different way of making his art that is less driven by the capitalist machinery that I think is threatening to suffocate and stifle creativity in all of us now. So I decided to support him with a tiny but regular gift on Patreon. Already this is proving life giving to me, looking at his short film sketches and following links to the things inspiring his creativity. There is a lot of resonance for me. And an invitation to deepen my contemplative practice myself. And to continue exploring my own creativity.
I notice that all these wonderful life giving things occur to me in moments of rest and recreation. Much though I love my work (and recognise the huge privilege of loving what you do), I am reminded that rest and recreation are what restores me and gives me what I need for life. Without this kind of inspiration, the quality of my work would suffer as much as I would. But even if the quality of my work didn’t suffer, I want the fact that I would and those around me would to be enough to remind me to slow, rest, recreate. (Note to self.)
For Uncle Ken
My lovely Uncle Ken, who was an occasional commenter on here, died suddenly the other week. Ken was a person so full of life, it’s hard to imagine that he is no longer around. His going has left a big gap in a lot of people’s lives.
There’s so much I could say about Ken, but one of the things I am most grateful for is that I spent a month in New Zealand with him and Les his wife and Stu and Tash on my world trip in 2019. One of the many highlights of that trip was Ken driving us down the long and so so beautiful Milford Road from Te Anau, past the Mirror Lakes and all that lush green beauty, underneath the snow capped mountains and onto Milford Sound. Les told me Ken had always wanted to drive it himself, having ridden it on coach trips many times before. How wonderful that he got to do this, and I am so grateful to have been there for it.




Ken was first of all mischievous, and then controversial… he liked a good argument. I remember when I was a teenager and had recently become a Christian, Ken saying to me, “The Bible’s book of fairy tales, isn’t it?” Cheeky, mischievous and argumentative; that was Ken. At the time I wasn’t sure how to respond; I didn’t have the words to say, though my tiny experience of reading of the Bible had felt deep and rich. I think I felt threatened by Ken’s outrageous provocation!
My cousin also encountered Ken’s argumentative mischief a lot. His rather more mature view is that Ken was always pushing people, to make sure we knew what we thought and why. So we wouldn’t be people who lied to themselves, with no integrity, which was something Ken hated. I think Stu is right.
The thing that surprised me about Ken, was when he later said to me, with a twinkle in his eye, “But put in a good word with the man upstairs for us, won’t you?”
I’m not sure how open minded Ken was in general, and maybe he was just hedging his bets, but I have a sneaking suspicion he carried a secret slightly open mind about faith; about God, life, the universe and everything. And I think an open mind is probably one of the greatest spiritual gifts there is. In people of faith like myself, a lack of open mindedness is a sure sign of spiritual disease, as much as it is in people who profess no religious faith at all. Faith is something that opens us to doubt. It allows the possibility that there is more to be discovered, more that perhaps we don’t yet fully grasp. It also makes way for hope, because it introduces a question mark to anything that seems final or terrible or hopeless. Maybe this is not the whole story? Maybe we can only yet see part of it?

During my visit to New Zealand in 2019, Uncle Ken introduced me to a little book called “The things you can see only when you slow down” by the Buddhist monk Haemin Sunim. One of the wisdom sayings in this book says:
“Love, not righteous words, can change people’s lives.”
Another is this:
“We should love people like the sun loves the earth. The sun loves the earth without choosing to. It nourishes trees and flowers, expecting nothing in return. It does not withhold its rays, but brightens everything with its presence.”
This resonates strongly with how Ken lived and loved I think, and also with how I believe God loves him. And it resonates also with my own Christian tradition, which offers this simple saying: “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love.” (1 Corinthians 13.13 in the Bible)
I have entrusted Ken to the love of God. It’s my way of putting in a good word for him. Not that he needs it at all. I believe that Ken was the apple of God’s eye. And our love for him is a faint reflection of God’s love for him and for all of us.
And because Ken was so full of life, when a reminder of a previous post popped up on my socials the day after he died, I received the gift of these words by John O’Donohue again:

And I realised perhaps my best tribute would be to live life to the full, as Ken did.

The trip of a lifetime
4 years ago, just pre-pandemic (September 2019), I set off on my travels around the world. Wow. Wasn’t that a thing? France, Portugal, USA, New Zealand, Australia, Singapore, Vietnam, Malaysia, Switzerland. Such a gift.

I began this as a travel blog to share my pictures and reflections as I travelled.

Everywhere I went, I spoke with people about silence, connection with nature, and with women to encourage them to come into their own, and with everyone about climate crisis. And I listened to some extraordinary pearls revealed along the way. People are so resilient and by and large very good. Such shared humanity on a trip of a lifetime. I am grateful 🙏💕🌍
Praying for the trees
The other day I went for a walk with friends through some beautiful countryside. It was a warm and sunny day, lovely walking weather. At one point the path took us quite steeply down a tiny little valley – just a dip in the landscape really, with a little brook running through the bottom and trees all around. Suddenly the temperature cooled as we dropped down to the water. It was so refreshing!

I have been reading through this big tome bit by bit in my times of contemplation. Currently, it has got me praying for the trees…

Today I am shocked to find that the wonderful forests of British Columbia, which I feel more connected to because of a friend who lives near to them, turned from being a significant carbon sink (good) to being a source of carbon (baaaad) in 2002, due to increased temperatures, which enabled mountain pine beetles to proliferate (fewer of them dying over winter as the winter temperatures have been warmer and there’s been less snowpack). The beetles bore through the bark of trees to lay their eggs, which kill the trees by consuming and blocking the flow of nutrients to the trees. The deadwood caused by this has made the forests more susceptible to wildfires, which emit a LOT of carbon into the atmosphere.

Now the forests in BC are a larger source of carbon than reported emissions from the energy sector in the region, according to a provisional 2021 report.
However, as with all the short articles in this book there is hope…
The hope lies in reducing the frequency of logging (cutting down trees for wood). This has the potential to enable the forest to become a carbon sink again, storing lots of carbon in the ground instead of releasing it into the atmosphere and causing more global warming. Also this means more mature trees for people animals and plants to enjoy for longer. The positive impact of doing this would be the single biggest thing that could be done in this type of region by the look of it. (Harvest reduction means reducing the logging frequency on this chart. Much quicker/more effective than planting new trees.)

For this to work, all of us, and especially those of us in richer countries, need to stop consuming wood. In any which way. To stop buying things made of wood, or living in such a way that we effectively are demanding the current level of wood harvesting, which is driving these companies to harvest wood on this ridiculous scale.
In New Zealand some years ago I remember seeing a lot of lorries transporting long logs (really I saw more of those than any other type of traffic in the more remote areas). And a lot of forest plantations where trees are grown only in order to be chopped down before they are fully mature to be used for wood. These half logged “managed” forests looked like ugly wounds on an otherwise jaw droppingly beautiful landscape. The same thing happens in the UK and all over the world.
So today I am praying for the trees. And wondering how I can consume less, intentionally. I want to be part of the solution not the problem…🙏🌳💕🌲
The climate book

« …We have allowed greed and selfishness – the opportunity for a very small number of people to make unimaginable amounts of money – to stand in the way of our common well-being…
« But now you and I have been given the historic responsibility to set things right. We have the unfathomable great opportunity to be alive at the most decisive time in the history of humanity. The time has come for us to tell this story, and perhaps even change the ending… »

Already Greta Thunberg and the many contributors to this brilliant volume have my attention. Will they get yours, too? I really do hope that together we can change the ending…
The Climate Book https://g.co/kgs/Fdmsov
Slooooow
A while ago I went on a retreat. After a wonderful walk on the first evening, I arrived back at base to this sight…and decided to slow down, watch and wait before opening the door, out of consideration for my fellow creature. A good way to start a retreat…! 🙏
Aaand rest
This will be a great opportunity to connect with nature, with yourself, with love. Why not come along? Connect online for a story in the mornings and for some listening in the evenings. The rest of the time carve out time to put yourself where the green stuff is and rest, play, reflect, go with whatever is inviting you. I’m really looking forward to it! 🙏💕🌳

The Contemplative Fire Summer retreat Will be 29th June till 2nd July – but you can choose what time you spend on retreat during those four days.
You can sign up right up until 28th June. The little wooden people or the magic paper cannot be emailed (!) and may not reach you in time, although they are not essential for the retreat.
Booking: https://forms.gle/1Q5uDYSvNoTDxWgv5
You are the sun
I’ve just been enticed by this beautiful, simple song this morning. O Sun by Peter Mayer: https://abbeyofthearts.bandcamp.com/album/earth-our-original-monastery-singing-our-way-to-the-sacred?t=6

Verse 1
You are the sun. / I am the dew.
Gifted with life for a moment or two.
And I for my time will sparkle and shine.
O Sun, come fill me with you.
O Sun, come fill me with you.
Verse 2
You are the wind. / I am the sail.
You are my strength and without you I fail.
Breathe but a sigh, and I’ll open wide.
O wind, come fill me with you.
O wind, come fill me with you.
Instrumental
Verse 3
You are the wine, / I am the cup.
I can yield nothing till I am filled up.
Hold me upright, pour forth your life.
O wine, come fill me with you.
O wine, come fill me with you.
O wine, come fill me
O wind, come fill me
O sun, come fill me with you.
CREDITS
O Sun - Earth as Original Sacrament
by Peter Mayer © 2001 www.blueboat.net
