Spreading the light

Today’s photo is an image of candle in a mirror box taken by Joel Motylinsky (on Flickr).
  

There are two ways of spreading light, to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it (Edith Wharton)

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Skimming stones

Today, another amazing picture by Brian Johnstone – skimming stones all the way to Ailsa Craig.

  

“Honour your being, release each and every struggle, gather strength from life’s storms, relax into the arms of spirit”

Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Resurrection

Beautiful picture, looking towards Arran from West Kilbride, by Peter Watkins (from Ardrossan & Saltcoats Herald on Facebook).

 

See the land, her Easter keeping, 

   Rises as her Maker rose; 

 Seeds so long in darkness sleeping 

   Burst at last from winter snows. 

 Earth with heaven above rejoices; 

   Fields and garlands hail the spring; 

 Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices 

   While the wild birds build and sing. 

 

Charles Kingsley.    


Saturday

Today’s photo is the sea wall in Saltcoats, by Dylan Walker. 
I wanted a still bleak Image for the day between cross and resurrection.
  
“As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”

Of Mice and Men  (John Steinbeck)

Lost things

Today’s photographic is called “lost spirituality” (by Jonny Baker on Flickr). 

It seemed appropriate for today when the significance of Good Friday, other than being a day off from school and work (for some anyway), is largely lost or ignored. 

  

In keeping with the bleakness of my mood on this Good Friday, here is a favourite poem from a beautifully bleak poet:

In Church (RS Thomas)

Often I try 

To analyse the quality 

Of its silences. Is this where God hides

From my searching? I have stopped to listen,

After the people have gone,

to the air recomposing itself

For vigil. It has waited like this

Since the stones grouped themselves about it.

These are the hard ribs

Of a body that our prayers have failed

To animate. Shadows advance

From their corners to take possession

Of places the light held

For an hour. The bats resume

Their business. The uneasiness of the pews

Ceases. There is no other sound

In the darkness but the sound of a man

Breathing, testing his faith

On emptiness, nailing his questions

One by one to an untenanted cross

(From Collected Poems, 1945-1990. P180.)