by Joy Lenton Then… We’ve gathered together for the feast of Pentecost, like bewildered sheep who have lost their shepherd. An air of uncertainty hangs over us. A frisson of…
all words and images by Kate Kennington Steer Vigils (night) wind moans Spirit’s call: ‘turn and face blueblack darkness I want to meet you’ Lauds (dawn) ‘come, enter this day’…
all words and images by Kate Kennington Steer Between April and August 2021 Creative Response Arts was working with performance poet Justin Coe and the Space2Grow community garden project from…
by Joy Lenton “When the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early…
by Carol Dixon Some years ago I was introduced to the Ignatian practice of imagining yourself present in one of the Gospel stories and imagining what one of the characters…
by Carol Dixon Some years ago I was introduced to the Ignatian practice of imagining yourself present in one of the Gospel stories and imagining what one of the characters…
by Jenneth Graser I pray along the road of Via Dolorosa, to experience the love that led you here. I pray along the road that brought you to the cross.…
by Jenneth Graser I gather myself together in circles of returning to you, thinking carefully over the day, winding around pathways of memory. I seat myself in the evening…
by Rodney Marsh “Whenever we come to an end of something, including life itself, we are not left with understanding but only with wonder.” – Charles Ringma, Hear the Ancient…
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