Journeying through the Festival Season
Journeying through the heart of our tradition
In December you can hardly escape the familiar Christmas songs heard in shops, on the radio and anywhere where music is played over a loudspeaker. To be honest, I love some of the old songs, but one which really springs to mind is ‘Driving Home for Christmas’ by Chris Rea. He wrote it while stuck in holiday traffic, travelling from London to Middlesbrough with his wife in their Austin Mini. Apparently, the record label wouldn’t pay for his train ticket home!
For me, it makes me think of one of my sons driving home on leave, navigating the darkness and weather, along with so many others, in the expectation of the joy of home and family.
This year, even Marks and Spencer is advertising its Christmas goodies with an advert of being on the motorway in a traffic jam at Christmas. Journeying then is something that so many of us are familiar with at this time of year, as an estimated 29.3 million journeys are taken over the Christmas period.
November - Darkness
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” (John 1:5)
November is truly the time when the approach of winter and darker days becomes a reality. Following a mild autumn, even I have finally put the heating on and find myself in the dark while walking my dogs first thing in the morning.
As a small child, darkness was something that made me feel anxious. Sounds that were a part of the normal creaking of the house seemed to magnify and my inability to see properly in the dark unsettled me. As an adult who is not anxious in the same way, and in fact would much rather have total darkness in order to sleep, I can still be unsettled with concerns that seem to have literally grown out of all proportion, until exposed to the light of day when they shrink back like weeds under a scorching sun.
October- Death Café
Join others for the first meeting of the Death Café.
Tuesday 4th November 2.00 to 3.30pm at The Barn, Woolacombe.
This October marks a sad anniversary for me. It was a year ago that my beloved husband unexpectedly died.
Forgive me my indulgence in sharing this with you, but over this year as I have struggled to learn to live a new life, I have been reflecting on the difficult subject of death itself.
A couple of months after Les died, I was kindly invited to a function and was introduced by a well-meaning soul as ‘Susan who has just lost her husband.’
Susan, who has lost her husband. How very careless I thought! I haven’t lost him; he hasn’t travelled somewhere without telling me, passed away, departed, fallen asleep or any of the euphemisms we use to try to soften the subject of death. He has simply died. He is dead, and at times it has been agony.
As a widow, I am no different to any other bereaved partner. There are so many of you who will know the agony of separation from someone hugely significant to you and it doesn’t have to be a spouse. Yet, as a Christian minister who cannot hide away from death, who is called to speak hope into its finality, I increasingly feel that a conversation needs to be opened about our fears, our curiosity, our discomfort and our awkwardness with even saying the word – death.
As the autumn continues with increasingly shorter days and the prospect of winter ahead; as we turn once again to the festivals surrounding death – Halloween, All Souls, All Saints, and of course, Remembrance, it seems to be a good time to meet together to listen, to discuss and if it is appropriate, to share our thoughts and feelings about an incredibly important subject.
September - Mellow Fruitfulness
The windows at St Mary’s Church in Mortehoe, showing four of the archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel.
During September, as the main tourist season ends and children return to school, we begin the transition from summer to autumn - a time of beginnings and endings.
This year, following an amazing summer, fruit trees are heavily laden with a bumper crop of fruit. Blackberries are plentiful and clusters of tomatoes are ready to harvest.
At the end of September, the church recognises the feast of St. Michael and All Angels, a Christian feast day celebrated on September 29th. Traditionally, it marked the end of the harvest season, although modern agricultural harvests continue well into the autumn. The date falls near the autumnal equinox, marking the shift from summer to autumn and the shortening of days.
August – Pondering Time.
Recently, I have been looking back at old photographs...
During August we are offered a time to step back from the frenetic activity of the rest of the year, (that is unless you are part of the wonderful work force who serve the hospitality industry, directly or indirectly), and take leave. Thinking about this, I am aware of how quickly the year is passing.
Recently, I have been looking back at old photographs. Each is a moment of time captured and held for me to look at, which transports me to that place, that person and that moment.
Time is a concept so fundamental, so omnipresent, and yet so elusive that it has captured the fascination of philosophers, scientists, poets, and dreamers for millennia. It is the silent current that carries us from birth to death, the invisible architect shaping the contours of our lives, the mysterious dimension in which change becomes possible.
It is referred to as one of the constants in life with its ruthless march of seconds, hours and days stretching into unchangeable regularity; the sun rises and sets; seasons change; we live and we die.