Love this picture of Ailsa Craig by Brian Johnstone, beautiful light effects.
“In the midst of life we must find the magic that makes our souls soar” (Kelcey Jones)
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.
Was catching up with some blogs I follow, and this image by Dave Perry caught my eye (from Visual Theology). He has posted some images under a series title of “Seeing the Unseen” – the kind of things we might miss when we spend our days rushing around with our eyes on focussed on the screens of our smartphones!
Here Dave sees “a heart …revealed by the pattern of peeling paint on the side of a prefabricated building used as an outdoor store. The shape is unmistakeable and the moment of recognition truly delightful”.
Today’s picture is from The Random Acts of Kindness Foundation on Facebook. Their posts help to balance all the other awfulness.
It’s simple stuff – aim to do something kind and selfless every day.
A friend and colleague became a father last week, so here are words written by Cheryl at [hold this space] to celebrate the birth of a baby.
Even if we have not witnessed (or participated in) that particularly awesome miracle, life is peppered with these sort of wow moments – moments when we catch our breath in awe; moments when God confounds us and we stand amazed, at a loss for words.
Life is fragile, and never more so than at the point of birth or death, but we humans are extraordinary, remarkable. We are fearfully and wonderfully made. And sometimes we need to stop and confront that, to embrace our fragility and to put our hand into the outstretched hand of God – the God who gives us strength for the journey.
Welcome to the world
there are some moments
at which we should only look sideways
because to face them head on will blind us
moments where words like wonder
are completely inadequate;
where we search in vain for new words
as yet uninvented
to tell of the truth
moments where it seems impossible
that we will ever forget
this life is.
until we do
so in this moment,
when we stand blinded by fragility
and for all those moments we forget,
we take a breath
(Photo: Gunnersbury by Jonny Baker)
A memory of Kreisler once:
At some recital in this same city,
The seats all taken, I found myself pushed
On to the stage with a few others,
So near that I could see the toil
Of his face muscles, a pulse like a moth
Fluttering under the fine skin,
And the indelible veins of his smooth brow.
I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers,
Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis,
As we sat there or warmly applauded
This player who so beautifully suffered
For each of us upon his instrument.
So it must have been on Calvary
In the fiercer light of the thorns’ halo:
The men standing by and that one figure,
The hands bleeding, the mind bruised but calm,
Making such music as lives still.
And no one daring to interrupt
Because it was himself that he played
And closer than all of them the God listened.
~ R.S. Thomas
A wonderful poem for Good Friday with thanks to Robin
Photo is ‘thin place’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr
as the frost melts
and the trees bud
may I cross over
from darkness to light
from grumbling to appreciation
from hesitating to striding
from boredom to creativity
from looking down to gazing up
from indifference to your Passion
from chill to warmth and love
in this world and the next.
(found here on beautyfromchaos)
Picture is ‘new life’ by Jonny Baker on Flickr