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Equinox

Photo by Mr G of the Gaia Globe exhibited at Chelmsford Cathedral.

AUTUMN EQUINOX

Today, September 23rd, is the Autumn Equinox in the Norther Hemisphere. It’s the Spring Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere

According to my sources, mainly the British Met. Office, the Equinox defines the transition between the seasons of the astronomical calendar. It is a key part of the earth’s orbit around the Sun. There are two each year – Autumn and Spring.

It occurs when the Sun crosses the path of the equator and is poised exactly between the Northern and Southern Hemispheres.
During equinox, day and night are about the same length (12 hours each).
The word Equinox means this. It is made up of two Latin words – ‘Equi’ meaning equal and ‘nox’ meaning night.
From today, in the Northern Hemisphere the darkness of night becomes longer as winter approaches.

This balance and interaction of darkness and light affects our daily life but it also affects our spiritual and physical life. Physically many animals slow down or hibernate. Our daily life is affected by darkness. Nature goes into sleep mode. Shortly the trees will drop their leaves and the buds of next year’s foliage and plants will be dormant. Physically we may become more lethargic and as the weather becomes colder, staying indoors is more welcome. Though we follow our daily life, our bodies would love to hibernate. That is a generalization, but spiritually we become more aware of nature, of the creative change of the world around us. At the beginning of this cycle, we often celebrate Harvest and we give thanks for God’s goodness towards us in the provision of food. For our ancestors the curing and storing of food was vital to carry them through the harsh winter months. This thought can remind us of those without food and who are coping with disaster in places such as Morocco coping with its earthquake; Libya with the floods; Ukraine with the evil of the Russian invasion. These are  but three of the needs we need to pray about and act upon. In the United Kingdom, poverty, financial hardship, and the need for Food Banks, remind us of our duty to those in need. We should add to that the plight of the world’s nomads, forced to flee their countries because of violence, imprisonment and the inhumanity meted out to them on a vast scale.
It is at a time of Equinox that we are invited to pray and act for a better world. A world where all are equal and a remembrance that every one of us owes our existence to our Planet Earth, which sustains us, and to our Creator God. All has been planned to be held in a creative tension which ultimately is not about who gains what territory and power, but to a finely balanced Universe over which we have no control or power; except, of course, the power of destruction in which we are all engaged at present.  We do and should have gratitude as the world turns and our life is altered for a time and a season. Thankfulness should be at the heart of everything we are and do.
A thankfulness which must embrace everyone who are tenants of the earth.

EQUINOX

Sun poised over equator
heralds the day of equal light;
equal darkness.

Earth catches her breath
in a moment of cosmic stillness,
bringing to mind the delicate balance
of solar existence,
of which we are but a small part.

Seasons turn in an astronomical process 
in which our human participation is not required.
We are the result of a divine plan, 
of an eternal equality over which we have no control.
This global moment is our reminder that
in our vast, unfathomable universe
we are of little significance.

Yet, in the heart of our Creator God,
we are loved and held
because of another Equinox,
not on the equator but on Calvary,
where darkness  became light
and a new direction was shown to the world.
It is called Love.
Together, with all on earth
we are invited to embrace it.

[Mr G. 23rd September 2023]

Red Kites

Red Kite photo copyright RSPB

The human reputation about care and preservation of Nature and God’s Creation is not always a good one. On the whole humans are more prone to exploitation, persecution, destruction than we are on preservation and protection.
A reading of the poem of Creation, which begins the book of Genesis in the Bible, could convince us that human beings have a superior place in the pecking order of Creation. Indeed the writer of the poem observes that according to God’s word we are to subdue the world and have dominion over every living thing. This has led to a view that we have power over Creation which is exercised through control and domination. A development of this is that everything exists for the sake and use of the human race. This has led to a wanton destruction of the natural world—animals, birds, creatures of the sea and also of the natural resources which we have exploited for our own ends. Too often we have lost sight of something else expressed in the Genesis Creation poem, that everything in precious in the sight of God, the Creator. He clothes the lilies of the field and he watches over the birds of the air. Alongside the idea of ‘dominion’ is the principle of stewardship. We are custodians of the earth and of the world of nature and we are to be stewards.  Stewards have to give account of their stewardship—and to God. So it is good to highlight something good that we have done in this respect.

I was reading recently about the successful project to save the Red Kite bird of prey which was facing extinction.
I first met these birds a few years ago when I was walking along the Ridgeway on the Buckingham/Oxfordshire border. My attention was attracted by large swooping birds which danced and wheeled on the horizon and then through the valley below before soaring up into the sky way above my head.
These birds were common in Shakespeare’s time. He mentions them in some of his plays.
 In later times, they had a particular function  when they were common in towns and cities where they scavenged for scraps. It was a crime to kill one as they were so useful for rubbish management. Then things changed for them.
Persecuted and made almost extinct, these amazing birds with their 185cm wingspan and striking eyes were in great danger.
Successful reintroduction projects have now helped the species to recover. They can be seen in a number of places. The best areas to find them in the UK are central Wales, central England – especially the Chilterns, central Scotland – at Argaty and along the Galloway Kite Trail.
They are a protected species under Schedule 1 of The Wildlife and Countryside Act.

Woodland Trust

RED KITES   (Poem) GC 19.6.2023

We soar and swirl on the uplift of the wind
swooping gracefully,
wheeling  majestically.
Free to be.

It was not ever thus.
Humans hated us, hunted, poisoned,
drove us away on orgy of persecution.
Lordship over the earth, over the world of nature, 
is seemingly always stronger than stewardship.

Yet kind hearts,
Determined souls,
visionary aspirations,
saved us.

A new choreography for our dance of life  
was composed,
nurturing, protecting the few of us left
but we did not trust them.

Yet over time, hesitantly,
responding to infinite patience and soft actions,  
we became tender again to each other.
We bore young who knew no fear
nor the hate of others.
Springing into life they took flight,
joyfully circling and chasing and with speed.
Quite a performance!

We dance again.
We are high as Kites!

[Mr G. 19th June 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.