I had gotten into a bad habit of chips & fishcake & musy peas as comfort food on a cold eve when too tired to cook. Not that often, but definitely more than would be healthy. So this evening I tried something slightly different. Mushy Peas & Baked Beans & Linda McCartney sausages, yum 🙂
“He was created of a mother whom He created. He was carried by hands that He formed. He cried in the manger in wordless infancy, He the Word, without whom all human eloquence is mute.” ~ Augustine of Hippo (354 – 430)
I was having a fairly in depth chat the other day, discussing how I was always encouraged as a child to ask questions, no matter how awkward, or how I thought they might be answered, to question and grapple with life for answers, because reality could always stand up to such questioning. It’s been funny reading some guardian articles recently (in their belief section) discussing “religion & science” and especially reading the comments on them as there seems such a marked contrast in attitude. For articles that at first glance are promoting reasoning and debate, there’s something odd about how an adversarial approach to something, whether an article or a comment stream, leads to a closing down of the questioning mind. There’s precious little genuine questioning there that I could see, and what little there was was soon flooded by all kinds of belittling, dogmatic comments from all perspectives. Made me think again how much I appreciate people who give space for genuine dialogue and heartfelt open questioning… which brings me to a couple of blog posts that I found both encouraging in that respect, and which moved me to tears:
The faerie spinners’ masterpiece,
Damply decorated with pure droplets,
Glimmering under autumn skies.
While coloured leaves dance with the spirits of the wind;
Whirling, twirling, skipping, to unmapped steps.
And crisp, sweet apples drop to a mossy cushion.
Thorny chestnuts, prized open, reveal the treasure,
A rich brown nut, nestled in creamy silk.
Purple hands, clambering over thorns, reach for another
Sweet drop of fruit; shiny, black, with gleaming segments.
A peaceful rose softly cups the rainbow dew,
As the sun rises higher into a clean blue sky.
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