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Advent: “Reaching out to grasp eternal things” (Alfred Delp)

Like when you come in from a frosty day and the warmth of the room causes tingles and a buzzing glow to your skin, the vibrancy of life can be incandescent, the warmth of true simple joy can be fervent and intoxicating;

…from the fragrant zest of an orange to the dark dearth in evening shadows, from the faces of children to the silence of a stranger, from the energy released in simple live music to the wisdom imbued in beautiful writing…

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Yeaaaa! I have recently been in a position to remove the blanket that I’ve had for the the last three years and i’ve returned my brain’s chemistry to it’s ‘natural’ {?} state.  It’s a balancing act but after experiencing an extensive period of mood-altering drugs I think they have served their purpose (for now).

I have first noticed that I am again emotionally up & down like a yo-yo in a lift – this is good as long as you can find ways to manage it.  I have also been dreaming like a trooper, like I used to do #greatfun.  While taking citalopram I very rarely remember dreaming – very rarely did I struggle to sleep.  Yes, it seems that in my daily happenings I am noticing enhanced interest in stuff, as I say emotionally up & down, and probably creatively up and down.  Having worked on developing ways of seeing things differently and of managing stuff differently, I’d rather be up (and yes down) than stuck on ‘floor three’ forever (I think).  That said, I would recommend following trusted professionals’ advice if they suggest a stint of medication is wise, it was wise and essential for me.

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The ammunition, enlightenment, wisdom, tools and insights that I’ve found from numerous sources over the last few years has been invaluable and I am eternally thankful for those near and far that have helped.

Some simple advice from Brian:

Four simple steps, slowly
1. Stop. Bring yourself to a halt. A proper one. Be still. {this might take a considered while…}
2. Relax. Notice if you’ve any physical tension, and let your body relax.
3. Breathe a little more slowly and deeply.
4. Smile. This is a good and important {amazing}  thing you’re doing…

Reach out to grasp {glimpse} eternal things…

If you don’t get it first time {I didn’t}, try again another time.

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The advent of festooning chiaroscuro…

Advent2014Have you ever seen festooning bees? Nature?

Advent approaches, the advent of a time of expectation…
A season of warmth and cold, light and dark… (in Britain anyway)
A season of emotion and sharing…

Three words resonate in my brain:

Chiaroscuro; the use of contrast between light and dark…

Festooning; remarkable natural collaboration between bees when building, creating…

Oxytocin; a remarkable neurochemical which among other things helps motivate us to put others first… (or love?)

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The recognition that neurochemicals play a big part in our lives has helped me over the last few years. After diagnosis with clinical depression four years ago, a mix of cognitive behavioural practice, physical activity, and disciplined psychological grounding (as well as numerous other ideas) have helped me stay sane-ish. On top of this, for 4 years my serotonin levels have been balanced by the drug Citalopram. After serious consideration, I am now going through the process of stopped taking this SSRI… as Mr H. says “some of us need a coat when the climate changes”.

Will you festoon this winter? Studies have shown that physical activity, emotive interaction, physical expression etc all help balancing neurochemicals. Yes it’s a scientific fact that chemicals control our lives, but, to a certain extent, we can help control our chemicals, by good old fashioned ‘natural’ ways.

I am well aware that philosophically the ‘natural way’ is debatable, but it can’t be denied that the natural act of breathing is the difference between life and death.

I have found that; breathing, being, striping our pretence and plastic fabrications back to the essence of being alive has helped me immensely.

Stop. Breath. Walk, exercise, talk, sing, see chiaroscuro… 

Wake up“, as the the teacher said, “get up and walk”

Advent approaches, the advent of a time of expectation…
A season of warmth and cold, light and dark…
A season of emotion and sharing…

Have you ever seen festooning bees?

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We Sang for Hope…

2014-11-15“What a fantastic evening!” That’s what I keep hearing from people.

And yes, that’s what it was for me. An evening filled with unexpected triumphs!

A few tweets:

“Wow!!! What an incredible night!! Thank you to everyone for being there. Totally brilliant.”
“What an incredible performance!! So proud!!”
“What a FANTASTIC thing @WeSingforHOPE surprised by a fantastic experience! Haunting Infectious Beautiful more more…”
“What a fantastic fantastic fantastic evening! #singforhope #fantastic”
“We’re gonna sing our socks off! #globalharmony #singforhope

Together with just under half of Global Harmony Choir, I ventured forth to St James the Greater in Leicester for “Sing for Hope” a Community Choir Challenge in aid of local charity Hope Against Cancer.

Nobody quite knew what to expect, this is not something we have done before and as an extra to our scheduled performances we hoped we could put on an appropriate show. With the show’s 500 seats sold out, the venue of St. James the Greater Church was one of the most resounding spaces we’ve been to.

2014-11-15 17.09.22-1As you may know we are an a cappella community choir that aims to truly sing from the heart and as such we don’t use sheet music in practice or performance. Perhaps we learn by trying to ‘becoming the sound’ after repetitively ‘sharing’ the parts, (see Natural Voice Network http://www.naturalvoice.net/  for more info) as they say “celebrating the voice you were born with, rather than trying to train it to an ideal of perfection”.  And so faced with fellow choirs with sheet music in hand I wondered if we were a tad out-of-place. The word ‘choral’ was being repeated… is that us?

Any fears we may have had were unfounded. The evening was filled with diversity and variety – perhaps that’s what community choirs are about; a conduit where people from all backgrounds, choirs and stages of life can join together in a common practice. Yes, it was a challenge and not without worry, anxiety and apprehension as people said “what about this”, “what about that”, “i’m worried about this…”  a microcosm of life captured in an evening.

We’d practiced, we’d performed these songs before, we knew we could sing our three songs but apprehension filled the air; unknown elements, unfamiliar surroundings, seven other highly competent choirs; 200 singers and 500 spectators, and not to mention the gaze of 4 professional judges.

The other choirs put on fantastic performances from an octet to a full-bodied stage, we experienced minutiae and superlative with songs from the jolly and joyful to the cuttingly personal.

Who knows how or why but all I can say is after our performance I ‘felt’ we’d done our utmost best. Yes, it’s a personal reaction but after six years and many different enjoyable performances I have to say I have never been more proud of the choir I sing with, we did our thing, in the only way we know how. Perhaps some of the professionalism and je ne sais quois from the evening infected us, but I felt that the choir responded to our MD Liz beautifully. She helped our sounds dance with her embracing metering influence. As I say, I’ve never been more proud. Choirs: simple complex things!

A few words about the winners: Kibworth Ladies Choir performed superbly.
From a beautiful “Carol of the Bells” to a hyper-personal anxious “Creep”, their sound came out as one voice from a choir of about thirty people. A homogeneous single sound from multi-parted complex arrangements. The conductor did so much more than conduct. It seemed her voice came out of the choir! I would look our for concerts by these ladies in the future!

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Thanks Global Harmony !

…and thanks to The Spectaculars from Burton Overy,
The Willow Singers from Blaby,
Humberstone Choral Society,
The Foxton and Gartree Community Choir,
Kibworth Ladies Choir,
The Vale Choir from Rutland, and
Dunton Bassett Community Singers.

And thanks Helen Alloway! …as judge said Ken Burton said ‘genius’!

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It shouldn’t be a struggle…

Struggle, is that the right word? probably not…

Being brought up with the idea that a supreme being escorts our world has always been a hard thing for me to accommodate. However, the culture that accompanies the belief has been a hard thing for me to dismiss.

I was NOT brought up with the bells and smells of Anglicanism or the rituals and tradition of Catholicism. It’s not religion that I am talking about. I am far from religious. Religion has it’s own issues.

I was brought up surrounded by a culture and tradition of 1970’s Cornish Methodism. I think the regional character is significant. I experienced communities displaying a very social faith. Families and individuals demonstrative in their beliefs and customs. The Cornish ‘contented’ spirit added to the personal and social faith. A very happy place! I have never been able to forget or negate it’s role.

Times move on and of course we found that the world is bigger than Cornwall. Ironically, Cornwall knows that. Cornwall is surrounded by big sky, big seas and has a big rocky heart. Memory of the ground that nurtured me remains at the root of my being.

As Tom Hanks entertainingly demonstrated, we all might have our ‘Wilson!’ moments when left without focus or reason. Yes I’ve skirted evangelical christian subcultures and the warmth of their community served a purpose at the time but some strong closed opinions couldn’t stand up to close inspection. It’s a volleyball after all.

Yes, Mssr. Lyotard, theoretically there is no more meta-narrative only paralogy, but in practice there is rarely space for paralogy only… us… enchantment, hurt, charisma, loss, joy and fear.

! But does it all matter, can’t we all just go an have a beer? Yes we can. But what then? What about injustice, the broken, the lost, the frail, the lonely…

We are all ultimately answerable for our actions. We are privileged to be alive.

What might we do with this privilege? How might we share the energy we have?

Are we in a position to help, better, support and enliven our community?

How on earth can we play an effective part?

What I always return to consider is the reality of a bigger power that can be shared, celebrated, and exercised. To bring healing, growth, cleansing and ‘love’ – generally creating good where there’s bad; nurturing life where there’s no life. Jesus of Nazareth (designated Christ) said something like “I have come that you might have life in all it’s fullness”. Jesus was no volleyball. The essential truths that Jesus taught were challenging and beautiful. Alas, the dated stories are all we have to go by. Some have twisted ideas to their own ends. Others have built on his teachings. Few can top the selfless truths shared by this (sadly, over rendered) Jewish rabbi.

 

What are the effects of our choices and actions?

What do we feed ourselves, how do we entertain ourselves, what do we build…

What do we teach and leave for our children…

 

How do we work together to be part of a better community/world…

How can we develop and maintain life simply, naturally and ethically…

How can we combat negativity, fear, hate, greed, pride…

Where can we embrace love, joy, peace, tolerance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control…

 

Can we really do this alone or is it wise to acknowledge something bigger than our meagre breath.

 

It shouldn’t be a struggle…

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He was Mark…

On Friday I was lucky to see the penultimate performance of “I Am Mark” a contemporary theatre piece created and performed by Applecart Live.

Taking the Bible’s book of Mark as it’s text, they play with its context, themes and stories, rendering it in distinctive layered ways using new imagery and language.

They use characters and monologue, humour and tension, words and imagery, and they very effectively wrap the scenes in effectual song and sound.

All four of the cast were strong yet sympathetic and relayed powerful yet real performances. Both action and musical performances were extremely accomplished yet this talent did not detract from the text being shared.

In the story we hear of ‘The Crowd Gatherer’ sharing subversive truths and disturbing the political and religious powers. We hear “Change your thinking”, “close the distance”, there is “Deep Wisdom”, as the script employs new terminology in place of loaded traditional terms. The baggage of the 2000 year old story is lightened and indeed enlightened.

It’s a rich multilayered experience that left me thinking about glimpsed importance and feeling splashes of hope. Throughout, the drama was punctuated by a prospect of terror. A vignette from existent 🙂 demons humorously and sharply refocuses a perspective of evil. The final scene quenched the assault of query and troubled souls with… something special.. ? humanity? hope? …poured from a jar, an imagined intimate interaction with the audience.

There was a brief hiatus when nothing happened…

 

When Applecart offer this again, or indeed something new, I recommend keeping an eye our for them!

A doodle of mine…

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Flat pedals

After no response to a call for advice about good pedals for commuting,  I went and bought a cheap pair that had good reviews.

I am not a cyclist.  In the same way that I am not a driver or a cook.  (I ride a bike to work, I drive the kids to everywhere,  I cook food.)  However, I possibly ride a bike more than some “cyclists”.

Hence the parts on my bike get a fair bit of wear and tear.  I am not interested in pedals for high-performance, mountain-climbing, clip-less, SPD or special shoes etc.   I just want to ride a bike from a to b.  It should be easy.

The last pedals on my bike were always poor in the wet and slippery with basic trainers, and so when one broke recently it was an excuse to get a new pair.

OK they are only cheap so they may not last years but they could last a few seasons – we’ll see and I’ll let you know.

After two days of downpour rain, and four 8 mile commutes, I can safely say my feet have not slipped once using the new MKS Comfort Lite City pedals.  Great!  It surprised me somewhat because they don’t look like they’d be that effective in the wet.  The old ones were always slippery when wet.

I’ll let you know how they go.

 

 

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Harvest time… ‘potatoes’

Well we could wait no longer to break into our first bin of pots.

In June we planted some late season Maris Peer seed potatoes and watched them grow. The flowers we’re amazing.

Today we broke into bin 1 of 3. We also have some in the ground. Yum yumm…!

As we say before meals “Thank you to the farmer, thank you to the shop, thank you everyone for what we’ve got!”

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Colourful spirit…

PICT4574The colour of things… The spirit of things…

My life, and I assume yours, is coloured and recoloured daily…

Sometimes the colours and pigments that stir and dawb the surface of our lives make a confused mess.  Sometimes the views can be kept in-check, geometry maintained, balance and harmony constructed.  More often for me an abstraction and uncrafted disjunctive perspective dominates.

Like an ongoing painting, our spirits are momentarily and daily reworked in various ways…

As I sat earlier eating my Thai Sweet Chicken McCoys and my Shippam’s crab paste ‘n’ salad sandwiches (with the kids home-grown cress), I was reminded of the above: we are a product of our senses.  Our spirit is a product and reaction to our encounters.  We make decisions and assumptions based on a cumulative effect of our experiences, but essentially it’s down to our reception of our world.

Back to my sandwich;  Shippam’s in Newlyn closed in 1980s – my crab sandwich reminds me of Newlyn in Cornwall.  Despite now living as far from the sea as is possible in the UK, I regularly see birds, or the sky, and truthfully imagine that the Cornish ‘North Cliffs’ and Godreavy are but a mile away.  I would die if I couldn’t recall this ‘spirit’ from Cornwall.  Despite knowing we are essentially alone in this world, among other things ‘the spirits of life’ are one thing that keeps me from unraveling.

All things come to an end but spirit can be strong.

Simple strong base layers…

My Cornish childhood spent a stone’s throw from the vast ocean will never leave me and is always present. I guess we all have things that we cherish that are essential parts of our make up.

Recent news about the RNMDSF building in Newlyn Cornwall ‘up for sale’ reminded me of times when, as a small lad, we would go to a Sunday evening ‘service’ at the said Fishermen’s Mission and one song amongst others springs to mind.
I recall a large smoky room, fishermen’s shadows in corners, a snooker table taller than me and plaques, awards and a sense of refuge. I recall songs about anchors, safe-return, loss, toil and light. The sound of my grandmother and the colour and spirit of this song, might fade but will always be present:

When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one…

Yes, there are many other tunes that have coloured my outlook, by The Jam, Tchaikovsky, The Hothouse Flowers and Nina Simone etc.  They all lie under the surface of my life’s painting, under the colours that are mixed up daily.

I value greatly the underlying colours that underpin my perspectives.

I value foundational spirits in a picture that’s made up of many levels of encounter.

I am pleased that it’s still being creatively worked on daily.

Yes, the colours often blur and run…

But I think the colours we live with, the spirit/s that keep us truly alive, should be shared.

Here’s to the reality of spirit; to flavours, colours, images, sounds, thoughts and feelings…

Less fabrication, polish, and plastic. Less catalogued lifestyle, less click and collect culture.

Were you there when the sun refused to shine? (Were you there?)
Were you there when the sun refused to shine?
O-o-o-oh! Sometimes it causes me to tremble! tremble! tremble!…

Here’s to more recognition of our “spirit” ?

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Youth Cafe Material

A small project that I’ve been involved with is Syston Methodist Church’s Youth Cafe.

I have devised an initial “Syston Youth Cafe” logo and visual identity. I’ve designed and produced some simple fundraising leaflets and complied a basic web presence.

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Some of my other voluntary work can be seen here: print

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Conkers

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After a recent comments with friends around the phenomena of #conkers, a remarkable seed if ever there was one, I though I’d share the below with you good folks…

I created these a while ago to accompany a friend’s poem.

Do feel free to download and use them in your community as an aid to worship or reflection.

Where appropriate please reference https://julesprichards.wordpress.com

Please DO NOT use these © images commercially.

Sincere wishes of growth and hope.

Jules.