Wednesday, 29 June 2016

Extremism on all sides - my heart is broken

I am heartbroken to hear of the death of Sufi singer Amjad Sabri.


Extreme Nationalism and Religious fundamentalism have much in common. They may be on opposing sides but they are ultimately motivated by the same hateful and narrow minded forces.
How can we seek to maintain core values governed by tolerance and compassion in an increasingly volatile world?

I agree with Guardian columnist Molly Crabapple today when she writes:
link provided below:…/global-intolerance-donald-tru…

"What can guide us through this cesspit? Cosmopolitanism. Art. Solidarity. Universal ethics. These might seem like fragile concepts, but they are ones that people have died for.
Jo Cox was killed on 16 June. As an MP, Cox fought for refugees, for Britain’s Muslim community, for Palestinians under siege in Gaza and for Syrians under barrel bombs in Aleppo. She took brave, unpopular stands, even breaking with her own party, because she did not believe that a foreign life was worth less than a British one.
On 22 June, the Taliban gunned down Amjad Sabri. Sabri was famous as a master of the qawwali, an exquisite, 800-year-old form of Sufi devotional music, whose complex, lyrical beauty brings listeners closer to God. Born on the subcontinent, the qawwali is one of Islam’s great contributions to culture, but to the Taliban, religion is only legitimate if its stripped of art. To them, qawwali singing represent a dangerous impurity – so they murdered one of it great practitioners.
They are dead. Worse, their deaths seem part of a great shrinking of the world, into one crueler, pettier, stupider and more violent – a world where machine gun towers seal off borders, kids drown in the Mediterranean, fanatics murder artists and orange jackasses trade in fear.
If there’s one note of hope, its this. History keeps moving. Tomorrow always comes, and we help shape what that tomorrow will be. An MP and a singer made the world larger just by living. We build the world by living too. In spaces large and small, we can fight for universal ethics, cosmopolitanism, art, solidarity. On the beaches of Lesbos, across the mud of borders, in the streets of Chicago, against our lovers’ lips."…/pakistani-sufi-singer-shot-de…

Sunday, 12 June 2016

Dropping Keys and Alabaster Jars

Alabaster by Jun Jamosmo

The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the


Friday, 10 June 2016

{Soulfood Friday}

Life has been so very busy of late friends. It has been hard for me to participate with Soulfood Friday and blogging generally in the way that I want to. I can only apologize for not being very present online at the moment. I'm hoping Summer will loosen up the knots in all our routines and there will be more time and space for reading, visiting and writing too.

There are seasons of life that seem to leave such little time for deep reflection and yet their fullness is itself a kind of meditation. During these busy times, brief moments of quiet seem all the more sacred and shimmering. I watch for them without grasping for them and then when they happen they are free from the binds of expectation. I have learned it is better this way.

Sweet Emmy and her beautiful Rowan Jo have moved back home with us and we are savouring these precious days of babyhood together. He smiles and gurgles so easily. Today I read him Tabby Mctat and Hairy Maclary and he cooed, squirmed and smiled in all the right places. Emmy has just finished the last of her first year A level exams and is planning to spend the Summer learning to drive and hopefully acquiring her license. She missed a lot of classes since March and has been doing a lot of catch up and revision from home. It's not been easy but she has worked really hard to balance everything. She rearranged her room last week and although it's small it is a beautiful, peaceful space for her and her little one full of all her favourite things, candles, books, artworks and little gifts and trinkets from friends plus, of course, all Rowans softies and toys. I am so proud of her.

A couple of weeks ago we adopted two little Ratties, more of which I hope to write about in due time. They actually make very fun and friendly pets. We have two little boys. One rex with curly whiskers that makes him look a little like he's just been electrocuted and one smooth coated. Their names are Figaro Albert Scruff (Fig) for short and Tiptoe Long-stocking (Tippy) for short. There has been more than one occasion when I have been talking to Boo and noticed  a twitchy little pair of whiskers poking out of her hair. They love to hitch a ride on the girls' shoulders.

Oh and I am writing a book. Perhaps two books even. Progress has been slow but so long as I write a little everyday, even if it's only half a paragraph I feel accomplished. I think the body gets used to a writing schedule the way it gets used to and eating and sleeping schedule. I find that if I write a little at the same time everyday, my brain seems to  get into writing mode at that time too, the ideas certainly seem to surface more readily and words seem to flow more freely this way. I have noticed that if I skip a few days I get blockages and find it harder to find inspiration. I think as with all creative endeavors, practice is key to unlocking the Muses door.

Wishing you all a great weekend friends! We are planning a picnic on the green tomorrow. Please cross your fingers it doesn't rain like it did today!


 Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul. 

A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
Here are a few simple things that have fed my soul this week. 

What has inspired/fed/nourished your soul this week friends? 
 Feel free to link up to your own soulful spaces either at the bottom of this post or in the comments.