Financial budgets and accounting,
is not the full account.
Though the bottom line may be accurate,
we see there is much missing.
A formulae of addition and subtraction,
division and multiplication
would seem to be all sufficient.
Though a truer calculation,
will reveal the value and full measure.
The addition without subtraction
will multiply and not divide.
There must be boundless amounts of
kindness, compassion and gratitude,
in this way, true scales may be balanced.
A deluge of acceptance,
trust and mutual respect;
for a deal to be truly sealed.
A richness of clarity, humility and integrity
that all benefits may be plainly seen.
A profit for man is assured
in a value more than wealth;
but to brighten, to strengthen, to refine,
or to form a single living spirit,
never enters into our estimate of advantages.
Short stories, snippets, thoughts and musings. Memories - emotional and factual. A bit of a dreamer - What if?
Sunday, 26 August 2018
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
Wood working
I have recently spent a lot of time, practicing being a
carpenter.
I have been using woodworking tools for as long as I can
remember; I just love the smell of wood. My grandson came in to watch me
sanding a piece of wood. “Are you making sawdust Granddad?” he said. Well, I
was of course; but the purpose was to put a good finish on the wood.
During this build of love, I noticed a few things – and pondered
on them while I worked. How often I had used a tenon saw for example. I learned
the basics at school, making a teapot stand – it was okay, but not as good as
it could have been. I tend to grasp the basics, then just keep going in that
same old way – not surprisingly, getting the similar results.
Somehow this building was different. I thought about the
Master Carpenter, how he would hold and position the wood. The position of the
body was important too, holding control of the saw. There was a new learning
here that I would not find in books. It was all about the feel of the cut, that
held the saw straight and true. Vanessa tells me, the same is true of knitting –
keeping the right tension.
We call this learning process, modelling. By watching and
listening closely to the Master Carpenter, looking at the finer detail and
getting the feel of it, when we try it ourselves. Your cuts and joints will
create a good finish.
We are quite familiar with our bible passages, particularly
the ones approaching Easter. As we know the story well, it is tempting to fast
forward to Easter Sunday.
- · Watch and wait
- · Go deeper
- · How did the Master feel
- · What can we learn
Try this process, and what you accomplish will be better.
Thursday, 23 February 2017
A Brotton Lad – Anthony Rowe
Peter F Anson
and his companion Anthony (Tony) Rowe set off from St Augustine’s Datchet on
the river Thames. It was Ash Wednesday, February 14th 1934, and they
left with black smudges on their foreheads and determination in their hearts.
The great caravan was pulled by two horses, Jack and Bill. Anthony was a
farrier and he was chosen out of 200 applicants to accompany Peter and look
after the horses.
Peter
was commissioned by the Universe Catholic paper, to sketch churches and
document the pilgrimage to Fort William. The journey took them to Ugthorpe where
they stopped for five-weeks, it was necessary for them to change to a lighter
caravan – the horses would not have managed the hills of the north with the
original one. The villagers got to know them quite well, and my mother recalled
the story of these travellers. Peter went on to write his book “The Caravan
Pilgrim.”
Peter Anson
wrote and sketched about churches, cathedrals and Abbeys up and down the
country; he also travelled round Italy, France and Ireland. Peter was with the
Benedictine brotherhood on Caldey Island, and one of the twenty monks who
followed Abbot Aelred Carlyle over to Rome in 1913. He must have felt quite at
home during his stay at Ugthorpe; the community had not changed in its beliefs
or ways of life in many years. Staying true to the faith during the
persecution, hiding priests and being married by the church in secret; and
later in Whitby to fulfil the law. Peter had a great interest in these times
and commented as he found them on his travels.
Peters companion was a local lad, Anthony Rowe from
Brotton (just a stones’ throw from Ugthorpe). Tony was a farrier and had already
spent time in the local ironstone mines and an ideal choice for his knowledge
of horses and practical sense. Tony went on to write the first book “The Brown
Caravan.”
On
their way back from Scotland through Bowes, Yarm, Guisborough and then on to
Ugthorpe, which was to be their final port. The horses sensed the home run and
needed to be held back rather than urged forward. The caravan was sold, the
horses too and Peter continued his wandering, writing and drawing; his stories
of local folk, faith and their determination.
In 1901 Anthony’s parents
were living at 2 Wood street Skinningrove with three children
Anthony was born 6th
January 1909 and in the 1911 census – was living at 7 Park Terrace Brotton,
with:
Ralf Welford Rowe –
Father
Mary Rowe (nee
Harrison) Mother, and his brothers/ sisters:
Henry Harrison 19
Mary Elizabeth Rowe13
Hilda Rowe 11
Alma Agnes Rowe 8
William Ralf Rowe 9
George Rowe 1-month
1939 register tells
us that Anthony was living at St Augustine’s Datchet as a smallholder –
together with:
Brothers William
(Ralf) & George – both in Holy Orders and teachers.
Also his sister
Mary Elizabeth as a domestic.
The order of
priests at Datchet were Canons Regular of the Lateran:
These canons
regular trace their origins to the reforms in the 4th century of St.
Martin of Tours in France and St. Eusebius of Vercelli in Italy
of the clergy. These and other bishops sought to model the accepted
lifestyles of their clergy in a domestic model, based on the communal pattern
followed by the first Christians, as depicted in the Acts of the Apostles.
The premier example of this effort was the life and work of the great
figure St. Augustine of Hippo, who himself lived as a monk before being
called to take up the office of bishop for his North African city. He later
wrote a small Rule to guide a community of women who wanted to live
the monastic ideal. This document became the official guide for the earliest of
the religious communities to emerge in the Church in later centuries, in
parallel to that of the Rule of St. Benedict. From this comes the title
'regular,' meaning one following a Rule (Latin: Regula).
I believe that
William moved to London, as on the website “Christ Church Priory - Eltham”
there is a picture of William Rowe. http://www.christchurcheltham.org.uk/gallery/arc.html
I would be very interested to learn more about the Rowe family - how they travelled to St Augustine's and became part of that community. Any help would be much appreciated.
John Pearson
Monday, 23 November 2015
A Long Journey Home
A novella - finally completed and available.
Amazon Link
The story of Brother David: about his thoughts and dreams, people
and places around him, existing both in the now and the past.
A Franciscan friar, David is content in his life but continually
searching for something unknown – as if he were attempting to make a jigsaw
without having the picture to show the finished image, and not knowing whether
the piece he is picking up fits his jigsaw or someone else’s.
Set in North Yorkshire, the friary has many comings and goings, and
David is very much part of this. He loves to wander, in the woods and moors –
but also in his thoughts. A chance meeting and a string of curious events
sparked David’s imagination and this searching journey seemed to run parallel
to his own, at times more than overlapping and also challenging his beliefs.
This is a story, although some of the place names are familiar and
the characters are more typical than real. We are all on a long journey home
and although some of this journey must be on our own, others have often been
there before us..
Amazon Link
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
A Yorkshire man, in love with the
moors and writing his fist small novel. He has been telling stories for many a
year, being brought up in this tradition – and finds a way to make them
relevant to our everyday life. It seems there is much we can learn about
ourselves, when we reflect on things gone by.
The writing of the book was a
journey in itself, taking longer than expected, but perhaps that was the way it
needed to be. As Brother David remarked; "We need an ending, to see where
we are going."
Friday, 6 March 2015
Lenten reflection: Sacrifice
Galatians 1
Verse
4 who gave himself for our sins to rescue us from
the present evil age, according to the will of our God and Father.
Paul was preaching after the death of Christ, about the sacrifice
made for us.
Jesus stood in our place, for our wrong doings and paid the price. We
remember the cost as through the Stations of the Cross and the
services of Easter bring back the horrific death on the cross, of the
one that came to rescue us from this evil world.
Thinking today – wouldn't it be nice if someone came along and paid
off my mortgage, gave me a lump sum that would see me and my family
right for the rest of our days; what if I could win the lottery?
Money is not everything, if only I could have my health! And Paul
tells us we are rescued.
The world is at war with fear and greed, we have enough but we will
not share it, sickness and death is headline news. Can we imagine
anything worse –
So what is it that Jesus Christ rescued us from, that was so evil? We
have to wonder.
His love was so great for us that he willingly gave up his life that
we might be free.
I am free to be at peace,
I am free to be happy and content with who I am and what I have
I am free to choose to love my neighbour
I am free to exercise compassion
I am free to forgive
I am free to serve
- It is my choice.
And this is the will of our
God and father
Wednesday, 31 December 2014
Creator & Creation - Christmas
Christmas and Incarnation: a timeless moment, when the
creator becomes part of creation.
In our view of how things are, we see a creator (artist,
sculptor) as someone who creates, stands back to view his creation with others;
and said it was good.
Our understanding is routed in our timescale and knowing of
how things are; it is essential to have the shepherds, sheep, wise men, Mary
and Joseph. It is the angels that draw us into the mystery, although we now
have them also routed in our reality; but they too are very much part of this
story, as heavenly narrators.
To see the Christ child, vulnerable, wrapped in swaddling
clothes and placed in a manger is a convenient position for us; full of
sentiment and awe, which is reserved for new birth.
Whisper though to a small child and tell them “this Christ
child threw stars into space before he was born here, and he has brought about
an order that can only bring joy”.
Peering out of our windows in expectation of something much
better, and wondering why it never arrives. Perfection and imperfection; “you
sold me a dream that has become coloured and distorted; it’s as if it fits into
something that is not real and becomes distant with time”.
The moments that count and form imprints on our being, are
more often overlooked at the time. To be focused on happiness, contentment,
love and passion for vocation; you know when such a moment has happened, for it
touches the very core of who we are and screams out “this is me – this is who I
can be”. Chasing after illusion and manufactured joy is the pastime of this
world and falls so short every time.
The story of the Christ child and all that happened so many
years ago is best viewed from the eyes of a child; so journey back with me, to
that tender age when mystery, and all we held as dear, were one and the same. Become
one with the creator as he has became one with his creation; believe in the
possibility of wonder, beyond our imagining and the question will be answered
“What is my part”?
“What is my part”?
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