Thursday, 8 October 2015

Here are some more

The last leg
The day began with a chat with Rev Ian Bell who just happened to staying at the Open Gate in Lindisfarne. Ian happens to work in Methodist HQ with a particular interest in supporting ministry outside normal church life. He happens to be interested in seeking God in popular culture and knows that one of his team is interested in looking at spirituality in pop music.

So I sense this work and thinking won't come to an end next Tuesday after all.

Then via Bamburgh and Seahouses where pictures were taken. Amazing walk on the beach.

Now I'm in Newcastle, looking forward to Penny's arrival tomorrow for our City Break.

Itsy been a day full of Thank Yous and the message for me is

Return but don't revert

The sun does shine in Northumberland

Just pictures!

Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Thin places

A sense of completeness and completion today. I’ve explored some thin places – those special locations where it feels as if heaven and earth are so close that they almost touch. 

 The morning began with a communion and a word about daily bread, we ask for what we need today, not fussing about tomorrow. OK I get the message!

More time to explore the peaceful and quiet island notwithstanding persistent rain. Castle and beach today. Then I discovered the calm of the URC St Cuthbert’s Centre and the even greater tranquillity of the tiny Boiler House Chapel which used to be exactly what it said, tucked behind the centre. A peaceful refuge from the wind and rain. 

Once again struck by the numerous cairns all over the pebbly beach with the crashing waves as a backdrop.  I wonder who made these towers and who wrote their names and message in stones on the dunes?

I was taken back to earlier in my sabbatical when I had hoped to discover links between festivals and pilgrimage. Those quotes from the BBC documentary confirmed that people were drawn to festivals to experience something out of the ordinary in community ‘Festivals give you an experience you can’t get anywhere else. People like to be together in an environment where you can be yourself.’
This was borne out in the statistica research which commented ‘Festivals are indeed a unique experience,  which combine people’s passion for music with a sense of community. ‘

Is that the same as pilgrimage? I guess for many pilgrims ancient and modern,  community is important as is the thing that draws them to the experience.  On Lindisfarne I have met many groups who have come here to reconnect with their faith in a place which is both tranquil and associated with ancient spiritual practitioners. But there are also people on their own and many whom I am sure are not here for spiritual reasons. Yet even amongst these people I detect something that connects with the other.  My only scant evidence for this is glancing through visitors books in some of the Holy Places on the Island. Whilst some comments are clearly linked to a personal faith or knowledge of the Bible,  others  mention the peace,  restfulness and tranquillity that has been experienced. Thin places.

Deepak Chopra writes about spirituality from a place which he considers to be beyond religion,  but one in which God is very much alive and present. One might question the extent to which his notions are syncretic, but he does have something to offer those who might define themselves as spiritual but not religious, maybe festival-goers and cairn builders included.

Chopra speaks of three worlds that exist side by side. The material world – black and white,  Godless,  centred on ‘me,  I  and mine’.  The subtle world is transitional,  here are shades of grey, a quest for meaning and a sense that there might be something ‘out there’ The transcendent world is the source of reality and oneness. We move through this world guided by the Higher being which is inseparable from God.

Chopra suggests that these worlds overlap and people can move in and out of them. His subtle world is the one inhabited by people who raise their hands when Alt J sing ‘Hallelujah, who connect with something deep on the Mount at Greenbelt, who join a torchlight procession at Festival No6 and who travel across a causeway to place a stone in a cairn on Holy Island. People who believe there’s more to life than what can be touched, who are at ease with the momentary experience of transcendence. Our prayer might be that they will move deeper into the transcendent place. Our hope might be that they find this within  the faith that many of us hold dear. Our action must surely be to meet people in that subtle world, to go  with them and share community as they make pilgrimage.

Holy Island Prayers

An early start to share in services at St Mary's
This ancient prayer of St Aiden sums up the retreat and perhaps the whole Sabbatical experience:

Leave me alone  with God
as much as may be.
As the waters
close in upon the shore
make me an island, set apart,
alone with you,  God,  holy to you.

Then with the turning of the tide
prepare me to carry your presence
to the busy world beyond,
the world that rushes in on me
till the waters  come again
and fold me back to you.

Tuesday, 6 October 2015

Holy Island

So what if it's raining, it's still a wonderful place to be still, refreshed and recharged . Also to give thanks for these wonderful weeks and the precious people who are my companions through life.  

On the beach is a pilgrim's Hut built over the years by visitors. Today the stones seemed to be crying as the rain eased. A reminder that many of those earlier pilgrims had brought their own experience of pain as of course do today's.

I was  guided by a prayer walk from 'Open  Gate'

'Is God building something profound in you in a time of pain, difficulty and frustration? Ponder these things and try to embrace God's process - see what it is that he is trying to teach you rather than wanting to move on to the next "season"'

This last bit really spoke to me. I've come here rather expecting to consolidate, review, refocus and generally tie up loose ends. However the clear message for today is about today. There's nothing I can do about yesterday and tomorrow is...  tomorrow.

A word to me: live with the loose ends, the incomplete picture, the imperfect paragraph, the unfinished symphony. Live within the exciting mystery of God.

Sunday, 4 October 2015

The Final Countdown

Final Countdown By Europe

We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell
And maybe we'll come back,
To earth, who can tell ?
I guess there is no one to blame
We're leaving ground
Will things ever be the same again?
It's the final countdown

Will they indeed?
So this is the final countdown to my return to normality sometime after 13th October.
Today I have been to an excellent  Methodist Service at Victoria Hall celebrating Harvest and was reminded that God equips us, even those who think they have little to offer (like the boy whose lunch fed the 5000). Now I prepare to go off to Lindisfarne to reflect on what I have encountered, experienced.  thought and learnt over the last  last few weeks. 

Penny joins me for the final weekend in Newcastle so although we aren't 'leaving  together' we shall be returning as one!
Last night we met up with friends from Woodseats to celebrate a Golden Anniversary of a very special couple so I feel I'm being slowly prepared for re-entry. Over the weekend several people have mentioned that they have been reading these pages. THANK YOU. If they've been a bit indigestible, sorry. My plan is that the final page will be somethng of a summary!

This time last year I tried, and faailed to get tickets for Glastonbury. The same thing happened again this morning. However Lattitude tickets are still available. I wonder...............?

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Autumn Missed: Back on the Edge

Misty





Going.....

















Just about three months ago I walked Froggatt edge conscious that so much was ahead of me. In these days of reflection and consolidation, it seemed right to go back.

Gone!!
We’ve had some lovely golden Autumn days but the sun has not been seen until around mid-afternoon. Taking a leap of faith, I decided to go out at noon – it was still gloomy but suddenly the mist started to lift. I was keen quickly ,to get back on the Edge to see the change from gloom to brightness, not wanting to miss the potential view.



Returning as haze!
The notion of mists lifting came home to me. I won’t say I’ve been living in the fog for the last few weeks but there have certainly been all sorts of experiences and thoughts swirling around. The significance of not always knowing (or needing to know) hasn’t been lost on me. As the mist lifted,   there were glimpses of the sun streaming onto the Derbyshire hills but then came a heat haze; a new type of mist!

Today’s meditation from Richard Rohr seems pertinent. He’s talking about religion and poetry – stressing the role of metaphor and image in poetry and seeing this as a helpful way of approaching faith. This contrasts with the concrete notion where everything must be demonstrable provable, interpreted and analysed. 

Poetry leaves room for ambiguity and puzzlement, metaphor and image.  Those poets who write today’s popular song lyrics feel at home with metaphor and no doubt find plenty of inspiration in the mist – no desperate chase to see  the mist-less hills for them!

The goal of great poetry is to get right to the heart of the experience so that it resonates with your own inner knowing and you can say, "Yes! That is true!"
[…] poetry seduces you and entices you into being a searcher for the Mystery yourself. It creates the heart leap, the gasp of breath, inspiring you to go further and deeper; you want to fill in the blanks for yourself.

Poetry does this by speaking in metaphors. All religious language is metaphor by necessity. It's always pointing toward this Mystery that you don't know until you have experienced it. Without the experience, the metaphors largely remain empty. I think this has led to the ineffectiveness of much organized religion.

I'm convinced this is the present impasse with so much of institutional religion: that we have for centuries "perfectly" defined, delineated, and described the Mystery. And all you have to do is believe your denomination's dogmatic definitions and you are a member in good standing. This is not working. It is not transforming people.

I think poetry gives you resonance more than logical proof, and resonance is much more healing and integrating. It resounds inside of you. It evokes and calls forth a deeper self. That is the power of good poetry and why poetry can work so deeply. When religion becomes mere philosophy, accurate definitions, moralisms about others, rituals and dogmas in the head--that is the beginning of the end of religion as actual transformation. Now no one knows what to do with their pain except project it onto other people.


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Richard Rohr daily meditation 1st October 2015
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Autumn missed.
A race to the top -
wistfully wishing a mistless vision,
clouds to part and meaning prevail.
Yet mist begat mist
What’s missed is misted.
Mistiness opens reality -
mistfulness as a state of mindfulness!
Autumn missed will clear once more.

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8th July
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1st October