There are times when we seem suddenly to awake and discover the full meaning of our own present reality. Such discoveries are not capable of being contained in formulas or definitions. They are a matter of personal experience, of uncommunicable intuition. In the light of such an experience it is easy to see the futility of all the trifles that occupy our minds. We recapture something of the calm and balance that ought always to be ours, and we understand that life is far too great a gift to be squandered on anything less than perfection.
Beauty is not mere aesthetics. It encompasses an aspect of truth that is enfleshed and breathes. Our faith is not a mass of syllogisms, no matter how well expressed. Like even the most primitive human beings, believers have reached out to blank walls to fill them with the images of the heart. It reaches out to the souls of broken men and women to bind them up. Beauty is the sound and image of love breaking on the shores all across the planet calling us to our true home.
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
“This is probably the first war where so many openly LGBT+ soldiers are fighting on the frontline,” he says. “That in itself is a sign: we’re fighting not just for borders, but for values. We’re like a diamond coating on a blade – the first to hit this threat, cutting through metal.
Iona cloisters
Iona harbour
Bus to Fionnphort
Glasgow to Oban must be one of the best train journeys anywhere, which I will attempt to demonstrate with grainy pictures taken through dirty windows.
In the late twentieth century, then, in a world of banality and commercialized religion in which God had become “nice,” mysticism promised to help “unchain” God from the small, moralistic demands laid on him-to let God be wild and free and daring and beautiful.
I’m in Glasgow, catching the train to Oban on the way to Iona.
This is the first time I have been since I was accepted onto the New Members Programme of the Iona Community. My involvement with the community has been a huge influence on my life over the last couple of years and I’m excited to have the opportunity to join. I’ve been interested in community life for many years, but this is the first time that a community has felt right for me.
The great tragedy of secularism is its reduction of all things to mere things. We are created to have right relationships with all things as well as all people. At its heart this right relationship is the manifestation of love. And this love is joy and wonder at the very giftedness of the world – itself the manifestation of God’s love towards us.
Roseberry Topping from the Cleveland Hills.
Mr. Kind is not the first Jewish pope, Dr. Palmer said. There have also been two Muslim popes and a transgender pope. “We haven’t yet had a Catholic pope,” she said.
Dana’O Driscoll once again has a bleak account of ecological and economic collapse.
This is no longer fixable, but does drive us to build community and local resilience.
All of this has made me consider my relationships to everything…
My relationship to the garden, to the land, to the homestead. My relationship to myself. My relationship to the rain, light, wind, and soil. My relationship to the communities to which I belong. And building those relationships are meaningful and that will root and sustain me through this chaos. I take a breath and be grateful to be alive. And just maybe, I put in a larger patch of potatoes.
You have permission to be ordinary. To live a quiet life. To go for a walk without turning it into content. To do good work without chasing viral. To be present with your people instead of always ‘building something.’ Your life doesn’t have to be optimised to be meaningful. The Ordinary creates space for what truly matters.