Creating opportunities for people to play, explore, and connect with their local wild spaces. Author of Wild Lent and Wild Advent. Hands never quite mud free.
There's nothing else for it
THE GREAT BRITISH BISHOP OFF
1. Preach Week. All bishops to offer their signature homily, exegesis on a surprise Bible verse hidden under the red gingham, and a showstopper full-length sermon. One to be crowned Star Bishop, another to leave the tent
I planted as many patches of mud as I could find (particularly any of those in front of hard river walls). I also planted lots around an illegal sewage outfall, where the first trees I planted to naturalise it last year were already coming on well.
The final planting of the day was to try to bring to life a slightly quixotic idea of mine to build a chapel out of willow beside the river. I planted 40 willow sticks around the edge of an old concrete electricity pylon base rising out of the mud. As the trees grow over the coming years, I’ll attempt to ‘weave’ them into a green structure & create a living building.
Thinking of the Syrian couple we hosted through @RefugeesAtHome who had just reunited after two years apart.
Extraordinary scenes from the roads across the borders.
Prayers for all those longing for home, and for their future.
@bedaleflock1@OurCofELike The invitation is to walk into the darkness, light your candle, and bring it out with you. A chance to reflect on the turn of the year, the return of light astronomically as well as the greater light we await in the person of Jesus. A chance to place ourselves within this story.
Tuesday evenings are given to RNR @HMSPresidentRNR but tonight I need to pass the new style Royal Navy Fitness Test. Thoughts and prayers, please, that I pass!
Good morning from Walthamstow in East London! My name's Alex - I'm the priest in charge of @StPeterE17, a part-time secondary school English teacher in Hackney @UrswickSchool and Royal Naval Reserve chaplain to @HMSPresidentRNR.
Looking forward to joining you this week!
@TheWomanfredi We like them as trash as they come. The only way my youngest can get through the run up to Xmas. Somehow watching Xmas trash innoculates him against the persistent anxiety driving demands of Cultural Christmas.
I don't know who is still on here these days. But if it's anyone in the Lake District – come and see me on the Macs Adventure stage at the Kendal Mountain Festival this Sunday at 14:45 -– I'll be talking holy mountains and all things pilgrimage.