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Advent notes: the Gift of Unhappiness
Posted by Simon Parke, 9 Dec 2019
Compare these feelings.
Think of the feeling that arises in you when you are praised or applauded in some way; when someone approves of you, when you are declared a success.
Now compare that with the feeling you get when you see a sunset…
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Advent notes: The four walls
Posted by Simon Parke, 6 Dec 2019
Which wall are you behind today as life hurtles in and around you?
It may vary as the day unfolds; there’s a season for them all.
Behind the thick stone wall, with bricked-up windows, we don’t see much in the gloom…
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Advent notes: Love's recovery
Posted by Simon Parke, 3 Dec 2019
In Advent, we walk half-knowing but wholehearted towards love. As the song says, ‘Love came down at Christmas.’
But as you walk, you may notice that love on earth is difficult; confusing even.
The word is used a great deal - but what does it mean?...
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Advent notes: Other people's images of you
Posted by Simon Parke, 3 Dec 2019
On this Advent journey, however you travel, stay free of images imposed on you by others, whether they are complimentary or harsh.
They are simply the passing mood of another and they distract you from being you.
You are not what people make you…
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The road to virtue
Posted by Simon Parke, 26 Nov 2019
I am watching the road and this is what I see.
The cat gives way to the old lady because she’s big and has a stick
The old lady gives way to the bicycle, because she’s frail and it’s travelling fast…
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Julian of Norwich, contemporary of both Chaucer and Langland, was the first woman to write a book in English. Yet remarkably, she disappeared from view for 600 years, before her rediscovery in the 20th century. My new novel is Julian’s own telling of her life.
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In the first of my Abbot Peter mysteries, in a prequel to the Abbot’s Stormhaven adventures, Peter takes us back to the monastery of St James-the-Less. There in the shadows of Mt Sinai, Abbot Peter faces a discomforting cocktail of deception, delusion and death.
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