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I love Wendell Berry’s poetry. I like to read a poem from This Day each week – there is always something that illustrates what it is to live and connects me to the earth while not shying away from what is difficult. They touch on wholeness more than any writer I know.
There is a great posting about Berry in Brainpickings here. If you don’t know Brainpickings, it is well worth subscribing to, a wonderful piece of creativity falling into inbox each Sunday like a scoop of good icecream.
The last few weeks have been good but very full. I am enjoying a couple of days to catch up and restore myself. It’s been wonderful today to work in the garden a bit, to do some writing, to read. And this blog is another earthing in reflective practice.
One faith is bondage. Two
are free. In the trust
of old love, cultivation shows
a dark and graceful wilderness
at its heart. Wild
in that wilderness, we roam
the distance of our faith;
safe beyond the bounds
of what we know. O love,
open. Show me
my country. Take me home.
– Wendell Berry
|Love is what carries you,
for it is always there,
even in the dark,
or most in the dark
– Wendell Berry
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: new year, pilgrimage, poetry, prayer, rilke, walking, Wendell Berry
I don’t tend to make a big thing of New Year. As friends have pointed out, looking back in such a dark time of the year doesn’t always lead to balance or optimism. I think Lent, for me, is more than enough of an opportunity for some deep self examination.
Can I wish you all a Happy New Year. I love using this blog as a chance to share thoughts, reflections and quotes about the things that give me life. Thank you to everyone who has commented here, on facebook and twitter, and – best of all – in actual conversation. All of you who read this are in my prayers.
Here are some quotes people have shared today:
I have had my share of desires and goals, but my life has come to me or I have gone to it mainly by way of mistakes and surprises.
We live the given life, and not the planned – both by Wendell Berry
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking/finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins – Rilke
Tomorrow I will follow the pattern I fell into last year (read about it here). I will be up before dawn and out with my pack and boots following some hills until dark.
Blessings for 2016. I look forward to some really creative and nourishing possibilities. I’m really looking forward to Sabbatical time in the autumn and a long walking pilgrimage in Wales.
If it’s hard for you at the moment – solidarity, love and prayers. Let’s walk together through the year following whatever paths there may be.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Lent, lenten journey, poetry, this day, Wendell Berry
Now that illness is receding there is space and time and energy to read.
I’ve long enjoyed Wendell Berry’s poetry and I have taken This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems from my shelf. These poems come from solitary Sunday walks around his farm in Kentucky. I love the mix of nature, love of earth, spiritual longing, political anger. I really recommend you read this if you can get a copy.
This poem, as a taster, sums up a lot of these weeks for me:
The winter world of loss
And grief is gone. The night
Is past. Along the whole
Length of the river, birds
Are singing in the trees.
Again, hope dreams itself
Awake. The year’s first lambs
Cry in the morning dark.
And, after all, we have
A garden in our minds.
We living know the worth
Of all the dead have done
Or hoped to do. We know
That hearts, against their doom,
Must plight an ancient troth.
Now come the bride and groom,
Now come the man and woman
Who must begin again
The work divine and human
By which we live on earth.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: camino, Kneeling, Lent, lenten journey, liminality, Oseira Monastery, poetry, prayer, RS Thomas, The Real Work, Wendell Berry
I’ve been living a bit with the themes of living with questions, of waiting, of not knowing, or unknowing. I find liminal times hard and tough but they are so important.
I have remembered a few days in a Cistercian Monastery in Spain where I had paused:
The sheer granite cold gripping its corridors
hid the warmth of welcome at the monastery.
Throughout the day and night
I made my way to a high perch
from which I followed
slow Spanish chant
in the dark Church,
each Psalm succeeded utterly
Part of me was bored,
eager to rush on;
now I find myself
returning often in my mind.
creep up slowly
as if on all fours
and finally peer over
the silent edge.
I’ve been thinking about poetic wisdom on all this, Wendell Berry’s ‘The Real Work‘:
we have come to our real work,
we have come to our real journey.
or RS Thomas ‘Kneeling‘
“Prompt me God, but not yet, the meaning is in the waiting”
I am also prompted to remember that I may be one to dwell a bit much in the places of dark questioning and that it is important to know the time to step out of these into the light, although I am sometimes afraid to do this.
This poem seems apposite for election day and for the May Day theme. If you’re in the UK, make sure you vote and vote hope not hate.
We Who Prayed and Wept
We who prayed and wept
for liberty from kings
and the yoke of liberty
accept the tyranny of things
we do not need.
In plenitude too free,
we have become adept
beneath the yoke of greed.
Those who will not learn
in plenty to keep their place
must learn it by their need
when they have had their way
and the fields spurn their seed.
We have failed Thy grace.
Lord, I flinch and pray,
send Thy necessity.
– Wendell Berry
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: camino, pilgrimage, poetry, stability, Wendell Berry
My friend Eve has sent me this excellent poem by Wendell Berry. It certainly speaks to walking the Camino for the second time; to the certain stability which is more usual pattern of life, to anticipated walks in the next weeks along familiar paths.
Even in a country you know by heart
it’s hard to go the same way twice.
The life of the going changes.
The chances change and make it a new way.
Any tree or stone or bird
can be the bud of a new direction. The
natural correction is to make intent
of accident. To get back before dark
is the art of going.