Tag: Mr G

God paints a picture with snow

Dark trees magical with snow. Beeches, and old hawthorns by the gate. High Cross, above Coniston, photographed by Gill Henwood

It’s sometimes said to children that when there is thunder in the sky, God is applauding us for something good we’ve done. The alternative, too often said, is that God is angry with us and is stamping his feet.
It all depends if you want God to control or free us. No contest in my opinion. I always respond best to applause!.

I find that linking God and the weather is a kind of reminder that we have little control over how the weather behaves on our planet, except in an all too negative way. I say this as one who, for a brief time, was the Clerk of the Weather, in a highly acclaimed thespian production when I was a junior school. For an all too brief time I had total control over the weather and wore a Top Hat to prove it! So thereI was, throwing around thunderbolts, lightning flashes, howling winds, raindrops and sunshine, as all obeyed my orders. (To be honest, Tom Culshaw was fairly negative in his response so there wasn’t much hail around that day!)
Of course, all too quickly, I had to hand the authority  back to God but I like to think that for a short while after he treated me kindly for doing my best, even though this coincided with a lot of weather!

We’ve been having quite a bit of it lately too, and it came as a shock recently when Spring’s steady progress was rudely interrupted by a sudden return to ice and snow, cold and frost.
Even so, though it could be both inconvenient and treacherous, the dusting of ice and the covering of nature with snow, has a very special effect on our landscape.

I was reminded of this when my friend Gill sent me photos of the Lake District just after God had painted a picture with the snow. God has such a delicate touch and an eye for detail.  Just for a short while we were taken into a glimpse of beauty which if transient is nonetheless breathtaking. Soon we shall move on to look at Nature’s Gallery, where God will hang the Springscapes. 
For now, we can pause and take in God’s picture painted in snow.

We can say, again, with St. John of the Cross that
God passes through the thicket of this world, and wherever His glance falls, he turns all things to beauty.
I like that truth!

Meanwhile, here’s a reminder of that in the photos Gill has taken.

Meadowsweet. .As never seen before! Seed heads left for the winter on a verge. Photo: Gill Henwood
On the edge of the white wood. Photo by Gill

World Wildlife Day

The foxes of Latton visit their Patron, St Francis. Photo by Lynn Hurry

World Wildlife day

World Wildlife day was held on March 3rd.

The Secretary-General of the United Nations, António Guterres, wrote this:

On World Wildlife Day, we reflect on our responsibility to protect the magnificent diversity of life on our planet. And we recognize our abject failure.
Human activities are laying waste to once-thriving forests, jungles, farmland, oceans, rivers, seas, and lakes. One million species teeter on the brink of extinction, due to habitat destruction, fossil fuel pollution and the worsening climate crisis. We must end this war on nature. 

The good news is that we have the tools, the knowledge, and the solutions. This year marks the 50th anniversary of the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species, which has helped protect thousands of plants and animals. And last year’s agreement on the Kunming-Montreal Global Biodiversity Framework marked an important step towards putting our planet on a path to healing. 

As this year’s theme – ‘Partnerships for Wildlife Conservation’ – highlights, we need to work across governments, civil society, and the private sector to turn commitment into action. And we need much bolder actions now to cut emissions, accelerate renewables, and build climate resilience.  
Throughout, we need to place the voices of local communities and indigenous people – our world’s most effective guardians of biodiversity – front and centre. 

Today and every day, let us all do our part to preserve natural habitats and build a thriving future for all living beings. 

António Guterres Secretary-General, United Nations

photo: Joyce Smith

As we know, there are huge issues affecting Planet Earth right now and much of what we face feels overwhelming. However many feel a sense of responsibility and a desire to work for a real change. Some of us recognise that we are stewards under God for the well-being of creation. For too long  the understanding from the Book of Genesis that humankind have dominion over all the earth, has been interpreted has given us a God-given right to dominate all creatures on the earth and to exploit creation for our own ends. ‘Dominion’ means, rather, Stewardship and Responsibility. Ultimately it involves Accountability to God even if there are many who don’t accept that duty.
Some of us may think that whilst we accept that responsibility, there is very little we can do. How can each of us make any difference?

I am always heartened by this little story:

A little sparrow laid on its back with its legs in the air. Another sparrow walked past and asked the sparrow on his back what it was doing. The little one replied that it had heard that the sky was going to fall in and thought that it should try and help hold it up.
The other sparrow laughed and said, “You’re only a little sparrow with little legs. How can you hold up the whole sky?
The sparrow laid on the floor with its legs in the air, said:
“I know, but one does what one can.”

Whenever we feed the birds in our garden, nurture our plants, take care of our domestic pets, feed and water wild animals and little but significant things such as that, then we are ‘doing what we can’ and it makes a big difference.

Sqirrel helping herself to Vicarage not quite ripe strawberries! Photo: Lynn Hurry

Heavenly Father,
You have taught us, through your servant St Francis,
That all creation is your handiwork.
Grant us your grace that we may
Exercise wise stewardship of this Earth;
Tread lightly upon it;
And cherish its resources;
That our children may enjoy its riches, throughout all generations,
And your name be glorified through all that you have made.
Amen.

Rt Revd David Walker
Bishop of Manchester

Photo: Gill Henwood

February Carpet

Snowdrop carpet photographed by my friend, Gill Henwood

Lakeland carpet thoughts :

Seven years on… the old snowdrops have drifted for a hundred years or more. Now cleared of overgrowth (though brambles will keep growing due to the seeds in the ground), they are a dancing carpet – here in the gentle February rain.

The sticks mark an edge so we don’t tread on the shoots…

In the dell meadow beyond, we’ve planted a black walnut tree and a hornbeam, both native. The grass is full of old wood anemones running through it (creeping a little further each year, now they have some light).

Joy in wet mid February!

Gill.

February
tiptoes across a winter landscape,
dressed in white array,
luring us away from cold depression 
of dark, dank January,
with dazzling brightness;
promising the hope of
Spring beyond.

Ah! What trembling beauty
lays a carpet of expectant joy!

[Mr G. February 22nd 2023]

Dear Sister Irène

Photo from the Convent at Le Bec taken by the Sisters.

At the Weekend, I posted a blog item about Sister Irène-Marie, a beautiful nun and iconographer. She was a member of the community at the Monastère Sainte Françoise Romaine, Le Bec Hellouine, Normandy. You can read more about her if you scroll back two blog entries.

Her funeral is today, Thursday 9th, at the Convent and I just wanted to mark the entry into heaven of a dear friend.
So I have written the following poem.

Dear Sister Irène-Marie,
bearer of Peace,
held in the love of Mary,
you brought a singular joy into our lives.
We met you and sensed your nearness to God.
We were enraptured by your sacramental eyes
which mirrored the Divine.

Extending monastic  hospitium ,
you encircled us with welcome,
embracing our need with thoughtfulness
and gentle love, which was kept warm
within the folds of your habit.

Your listening expressed concern 
for a broken world from which you could draw
a reservoir of experience.
No hidden cell housed you.
The lives of others glazed your windows
and held open the door from which rays of love shone.

Most of all, you ‘wrote’ visible signs
of  God’s Presence  in Jesus and the Saints.
You dipped your brush and pen
in the palette and inkwell of God.
From the depth of your prayerful iconography
you led us into the heart of faith
which has led you now into the bosom of your Saviour,
for as you said, that is what you, (and we,) “are here for.”

Thank you for opening and sharing the images
of your faith with us.
By you we have been truly blessed.

[Mr. G. 8th February 2023]

Icon, Resurrection : Sister Irène-Marie.