Tag: Gill Henwood

Pondering about water

Mist over Windermere, Lake District, photographed by Gill Henwood.

The BBC reported last week that a water company responsible for supplying water and treating sewage in Cumbria has been pumping untreated waste into Lake Windermere. This was between 2021 and 2023. It was illegal dumping of sewage and it has damaged the water quality in the biggest Lake in the area. The figure reported is over 140 million litres of waste poured into the Lake at times when this was not permitted.

Britain’s water companies are under scrutiny for the pollution of lakes, rivers, streams and ultimately, the Sea.
One campaigner said that Windermere, the jewel in the crown of the Lake District
National Park is being used as an open sewer.
Hopefully the Water company concerned will be taken to task by OFWAT, the Water Services Regulation Authority and will be sanctioned to act responsibly in service to their customers. and keep our water supplies safe.

The boy is trying to catch a few drops of water in Gaza. (Getty Images)

For the beauty of the earth.

Langdale Pikes from Grizedale Forest, Lake District. Photo by Gill Henwood

My friend Gill Henwood has sent me the photo posted above. It is  a view of Langdale Pikes from Grizedale Forest, in the Lake District.
There is a certain broodiness about it with its different shades of light and dark which is rather in keeping with the extremities of weather at present in the UK.
The Lake District is a microcosm of our weather patterns and it is always wise, when walking in the Lakeland hills, to have a healthy respect for what Nature offers us. At one level we may call it fickle in that the conditions often change quickly. In another sense, it is a reminder that Planet Earth, and therefore its weather, is not something we can control. Sadly, we are messing things up with our human attempts at superiority over everything on earth.
The current preoccupation with the Northern Lights and with rare sightings of spectacular comets, along with other special things such as solar flares, remind us that these amazing displays from the cosmos are not of our making. They tell us, in fact, how small we are in the Universal scheme of things.
Unfortunately, the human race isn’t very good at learning lessons and applying them with humility to our borrowed and temporary life on earth. It was the poet T.S.Eliot who coined the phrase, humankind cannot bear very much reality so perhaps we shall continue to destroy the earth – and, of course, each other!

It would be good, therefore, if the human race might wake up to itself and accept that, as tenants with a life-span lower than many trees, a bit of humility might not go amiss.
As T. S. Eliot puts it in in his poem East Coker, “The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.”

A large part of the lesson of humility can be found in contemplating the gifts God gives us through Creation. How can we not look at the scene depicted in the Gill’s photo above and be unmoved by what nature is trying to tell us about the Planet which is our home for the time being.
The light shimmering on the hills and the blue sky quietly folding itself around the clouds offers us a message of hope. It is just as true of a tuft of grass or a tiny flower pushing aside the tar of an urban footpath.
When the warmongers of the Middle East and  the Russian invasion of Ukraine come to an end, they will leave desolation but it won’t be long before a blade of grass or a microscopic flower spring to life.
Gill’s photo gives me hope. I have added a few words from a lovely hymn by Folliott Sandford Pierpont. He sat on a hill near Bath and was exhilarated by the beauty of creation which was laid out before him. Inspired by what he saw, he was filled with gratitude to God and he wrote his hymn in thanksgiving.

That too is another clue coming from Gill’s photograph ~ thanksgiving.
When we give thanks for Creation and for God who created it, we find ourself in a different place from lordship, conceit and self-centredness. In fact, thanksgiving, turns our attention towards others, towards providence and therefore towards God as Creator.
The photo is filled with the promise. of light and that is a source of joy and hope. If none of this means anything, then perhaps another thought might help – remember the Dinosaurs!

[Mr G] 14th October 2024

– Walter Rauschenbusch

Listen

Porthsychan Cove, Pembrokeshire Coastal Path. Photo by Gill Henwood

Waves lapping on the shore,
caressing  pebbles,
Stroking backwards and forwards,
a rhythm of serenity and quiet pause,
contradicting the rush and the frantic lifestyle
which often overwhelms that inner search
for peace; for stillness.

We are advised to search for the still, small voice
which Elijah heard after the frenzy of earthquake,
wind and fire.

The thing is that he did not seek it.
The voice sought him.
All he did was stand uncertain of what was happening.
His world was crashing around him.
Confusion reigned.
But God waited and came quietly,
speaking words Elijah needed to hear.

And so for us
Like the waves, God’s grace flows across the pebbles
of our life as clear, pure water,
bathing us with His love.
He seeks us out and refreshes our life with new hope.

Sense the movement of the waves
and listen.
You may just find that there is  a message for you
which you need to hear.

[Mr G 8th August 2024]

“after immense Activity one passes into a phase
where passivity is the only way.
I pray that you may be finding this passivity as the way
in which the soul serves God, not by doing this or that
but by passively receiving the great stream of His love
and compassion.

{Michael Ramsey}

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The next Blog item will be later in August

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]