Reflections from the Couch!

As I sit here, at the dawning of a new day, it’s slightly weird, but in some ways refreshing.

I have been out for a walk, well a jog and walk, got to keep healthy, been up to woollies for some toilet paper, not for me but for my neighbourhood in case people have to go into lock down. I also got flour, as I thought, rather crazily, that I might bake a few things to give to people to cheer them up.  I think as a reminder that they are not forgotten behind their doors!  In this I take the example of Alex Sloan, who used to make pumpkin scones and delivered them far and wide.

I now am trying to learn how to use zoom, as I have to run tutorials tomorrow with my UWA students from home, and thinking up ways to keep the church congregation engaged, connected and positive. I have even thought of streaming or at least videoing our church services which have gone into recess, to put on our new webpage, soon to go live!

Suddenly, like many, I have to become more adept at IT, and the online world.

As I sit here the door is open and the breeze is flowing in, gentle and comforting. The sky is blue and the lake and trees where I walked this morning were glistening in the sunlight.

I hear the love shared from across the road as my beautiful neighbours say goodbye to their daughter and her son.

…..

Yet I know, reinforced because I was a RPH last week, that there are many people working on our behalf.  Doctors and nurses who have to don protective gear, which is incredibly daunting to wear, in order to properly nurse patients and care for those who are ill. I had to practise putting it on and off in case I am called as part of my role as an oncall chaplain.  My anxiety levels went high just doing that!

So let’s do what we can to minimise the infection rates, and send our love and thoughts to all those working to keep the rest of us healthy and well.  Not only the medical profession, but those in research, those teaching others, both in schools and universities, those looking after the marginalised, the homeless, and the less well off.  Those who are delivering as fast as they can, food , and yes toilet paper, and those working still in shops and supermarkets and pharmacies.

I am lucky, as I sit here, for I know in my heart that life will go on,  It may be slower, and less complicated ( although I think IT is pretty complicated) but it will go on, for life has a habit of doing that.  Just when you think all hope has gone, suddenly a green shoot pops it’s head out.

Easter this year is going to be a lot different than normal. But the message is the same.  There is death, but there is also resurrection. In our lives and in the life of the world.

Out of the darkness will come the light.

There is a poem from Wendell Berry, in which he urges people to practise resurrection.  I love it. Here is an extract from it –

Excerpts from Wendel Berry’s Poem, “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer liberation Front”

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mould.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion — put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry

 

Perhaps we to are to practice resurrection, as Wendel Berry says in his poem, today.  We are to live as though resurrection is always possible, within ourselves but also within others, and within our world.  And work towards it with God’s help, transforming life out of death, hope out of suffering, compassion out of apathy and community out of profound alienation. To create a new society, a new creation based on love.

In this extraordinary time, maybe that’s a good aim to have.  Just a thought!!

Karen

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