Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough...
It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast,
a house into a home,
a stranger into a friend.
Don't be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others.
***Unfold your own myth.***
I hope you will go out and let stories,
that is life, happen to you, and that
you will work with these stories . . .
water them with your blood &
tears & your laughter till they bloom,
till you yourself burst into bloom.
~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Monday, 14 December 2015
Sunday, 15 November 2015
Stuart and I recently took a short break up to Leicester and Coventry. We wanted to pay our respects to Richard III in Leicester and also visit Coventry Cathedral, one of the few cathedrals we haven't visited yet. Travelling together is one of the things Stuart and I do best and love the most, and we made it a mission for ourselves 17 years ago to visit every cathedral in Britain. We're nearly there and Coventry Cathedral was one of the last on our list.
|We climbed the tower and looked down|
on the footprint of the old cathedral,
and also the new cathedral which rose
like a phoenix from the ashes of the blitz.
Coventry was bombed during WWII between the Augusts of 1940 and 1942, and the very worst of the blitz on this city, located in the heart of Britain, occurred 75 years ago last evening, the evening of November 14th, 1940. Very little of Coventry's city centre remained standing after the night of bombing, but outer walls and the tower of the cathedral stood amidst the rubble.
"They bombed in straight lines from east to west, and then they started from south to north." ~Alan Hartley, Coventry (witnessed the attack at the age of 16.)
|'St. Michael and the Devil', by Sir Jacob Epstein,|
looms over the entrance of the cathedral.
there is a field. I'll meet you there........
~Rumi, Persian Poet
|The Statue of Reconciliation, |
There can never be peace made with evil, but there can be peace made between people. There was no better example of that than the fact that Friday night's football match in the Paris stadium was between France and Germany--70 years almost to the day that German bombs fell on Coventry. Until the moment evil broke through, French and German people sat together in peace. Peace is possible in this world and my prayer today is, as it always is, let it begin with me.
have forgotten that we belong to each other.
Tuesday, 10 November 2015
|The last rose of the season.|
|Walking along the Cherwell River|
at Christ Church meadow.
|Walking home down Brasenose Lane.|
|The Oxford University Parks|
|Merton College Chapel|
4) Jack, Max and I turn the corner and see the clock tower of Harris Manchester College. It's bell marks the hours for us throughout the day.
|Harris Manchester Clock Tower|
5) This is a part of our skyline every day. Seeing it always makes me happy because it reminds me of one of my favourite movies, "Goodbye Mr. Chips".
|The weathervane on the Harris Manchester clock tower.|
6) The Oxford skyline and the "dreaming spires", no matter the season.
7) Being able to walk everywhere in Oxford and carrying shopping home down Brasenose Lane.
8) Alice Walker wrote a story called "Horses Make a Landscape More Beautiful", and I think the same is true with bicycles in Oxford, they make everything more beautiful.
10) Narnia lamp-post style street lights. I'm still patiently waiting for Mr. Tumnus to appear under one of them.
|The Covered Market|
|The gardens of New College.|
|The chapel of New College.|
12) This year I'm especially grateful for a sweet puppy named Jack. Even if I hadn't been gifted with the 'resiliency gene', one look from him still would lift the dark clouds and make the sun come out.
|Stuart, who started and runs Oxford Walking Tours,|
leads one of his many groups through Oxford.
|The best job in the world, being mom to these 3 people.|
by Katherine K. Davis