Month: July 2024

Mr Deakins’ Bread

Thaxted Mill. Photo Cambridge News

Rural Britain has a number of festivals which in earlier times were celebrated much more fully than is the case today.  Lammas which falls on the 1st August is one of these.
Lammas is derived from an Anglo-Saxon word, hlafmæsse, which means loaf-mass and from the 9th century a church festival was celebrated in which a newly baked loaf was presented in church for use at the Mass or Eucharist.

Rural Festivals take us back to our roots and help us to remember the close affinity we have with nature and the earth, on which we depend for our sustenance. In these days of supermarkets and fast-food shops it is easy to forget this dependence though nature has ways of reminding us.
Many are bemoaning the apparent absence of summer or rather of warm sunshine, this year. Our weather is much more erratic and less seasonal. Some, including myself would cite ‘global warming’ for this. We might easily blame humanity for the way we have exploited creation and taken for granted those with whom we share this volatile earth – the animals, birds, sea creatures and Nature generally. We certainly bear a lot of responsibility for that. Add to that the devastating wars and violence at present which suggests we are not at ease with ourselves let alone with the natural world, or with God. 

So we need to get back in touch with the delicate balance of our planet which God has ordered so magnificently. We play with this balance at our peril. The planet is a volatile ball floating in a vast universe. Humanity occupies such a small part of this and if we stand in a clear spot on a dark night and look at the stars we realise our smallness in the midst of such vastness.
Our forebears understood this and lived in healthy respect of nature’s force. They also remembered that the author of creation, God, is to be thanked and praised. That is why the Agricultural Year was punctuated with festivals such as Lammas. It would do us no harm to follow their example.

Hay bales in Norfolk. Julia Sheffield

A little while ago, I wrote this poem which has become my homage to Real Bread!

[Mr G]

The Universal Language of the Olympics

Photo from ‘So Perth, Western Australia

“Sport is a universal language that transcends frontiers, languages, races, nationalities and religions; it has the capacity to unite people, to encourage dialogue and mutual acceptance; it stimulates the surpassing of oneself, forms the spirit of sacrifice, fosters loyalty in interpersonal relations; it invites people to recognize their own limits and the value of others. The Olympic Games, if they remain truly “games”, can therefore be an exceptional meeting place between peoples, even the most hostile. The five interlinked rings represent the spirit of fraternity that should characterize the Olympic event and sporting competition in general.

I therefore hope that the Paris Olympics will be an unmissable opportunity for all those who come from around the world to discover and appreciate each other, to break down prejudices, to foster esteem where there is contempt and mistrust, and friendship where there is hatred. The Olympic Games are, by their very nature, about peace, not war.

It was in this spirit that Antiquity wisely instituted a truce during the Games, and that modern times regularly attempt to revive this happy tradition. In these troubled times, when world peace is under serious threat, it is my fervent wish that everyone will take this truce to heart, in the hope of resolving conflicts and restoring harmony. May God have mercy on us! May He enlighten the consciences of those in power to the grave responsibilities incumbent upon them, may He grant the peacemakers success in their endeavours, and may He bless them.”

“I ask the Lord to bestow His gifts upon all those who will participate in any way – whether athletes or spectators – and also to support and bless those who will host them, especially the faithful of Paris and elsewhere.”

Sun rising

This hymn, sung at a service of preparation for the games at The Anglican Church, Trinity Church, Maisons-Laffitte ,
near Paris. last Sunday expresses the hope of Pope Francis.
It is a prayer which we can use to feed our own hopes and longings about what the Games may achieve

(Original words by John Oxenham, 1908, amended)

[Mr G. July 26th 2024]

Water’s Edge

Water’s Edge.

I look along the shoreline.
My eyes travel that uncertain, ever-changing border,
dividing land and sea.
The waves lap and caress the sand,
though, sometimes the sea pounds ferociously,
as if angry; always powerful.

People are strolling, some with dogs;
others are skimming carefully chosen stones,
bouncing on the waves.
There are others running, racing against the elements,
seeking fitness and health,
or just enjoying the sense of motion.

Clusters of rocks gather pools of water,
becoming safe havens for sea-creatures
hiding from the tide.
Birds dip and soar, calling to each other
greetings with elegant wings.

My eyes travel towards a hub of activity further along.
Fishermen struggling to spread out nets in need of mending.
Hardworking men, intent, purposeful, together.
They are who I seek.

I need them to be with me
I bring love and God to the marginalized people
shunned and pushed to the edge.
I have come to show them where God’s Kingdom
laps and teems with new hope; new life for them.
The fishermen will help.

[Mr G 21st July 2024]

Reaching for Light

Reaching for light, Woodland Astilbes photographed by Gill Henwood

Reaching for Light
Gill’s Pondering  July 17th 2024

Responding to your post, love not hate, (daily posting 15th July),  in the shady dark spinney, a group of  astilbes are reaching for light from a sea of nettles, brambles, large ferns – all overpowering strong competitors.
The sunlight on the pink flower plumes brings joy into a dark corner.

In this little bit of wood, we are working towards a balance of ‘weeds’ aka wild flowers, and plants, with strong enough introductions to try to thrive. So far it’s willow whips growing into shrubs we will coppice or pollard, Angelica archangelica which may seed there (flowering for the first time), shuttlecock ferns.
There are celandines in spring and enchanters nightshade going to seed now, both impossible to eradicate. So we’ve added bluebells in a drier slope (flowering from seed this spring, seven years after sowing). Wood sorrel is welcome and is spreading. 

One willow variety has black catkins with red stamens – all descendants from a couple of twigs used in a flower arrangement at St James’s Whitechapel long ago, either at a flower festival or patronal – the twigs have rooted in Lancashire (two gardens) and now Cumbria. A companion with happy memories of times shared, people who arranged the flowers, wonderful Petertide and patronal liturgies and other significant occasions.

Happy memories of love shared, through the light shining into the shady spinney – as complex an environment as our lives, communities and nations. Love never ends/fails (1 Cor 13)!

[Gill Henwood]