The past couple of months have been a strange time of moving, running up hills, and thinking about another year in Sheffield which looks really quite different to what might have been expected. I am grateful for being able to make crumble from apples and blackberries in the garden, for friends to walk with and chat with and sit on the sofa with, for visits from family, for the chance to start swimming, and to still be learning.
I really like the golden light of late summer, and seeing the light pass through the changing leaves, and trying vegan black olive pesto. I also really like meeting new people, and finding ways to do that in the times we’re now in. The other day I got sent some books from Prof Tim Gorringe; I’m getting increasingly familiar with webinar platforms (and Notion!), planning online events, and the many and various outcomes of zoom coffees.
On Friday I was reflecting with a friend that there are a few things at the moment which feel both steady and uncertain. Like having getting so long along a path that you look back and realise that you wouldn’t be confident on returning to a starting point; forwards is the only option.
Forwards it is.
The Kingdom by R. S. Thomas
It’s a long way off but inside it
There are quite different things going on:
Festivals at which the poor man
Is king and the consumptive is
Healed; mirrors in which the blind look
At themselves and love looks at them
Back; and industry is for mending
The bent bones and the minds fractured
By life. It’s a long way off, but to get
There takes no time and admission
Is free, if you purge yourself
Of desire, and present yourself with
Your need only and the simple offering
Of your faith, green as a leaf.