JULIAN COMES TO WELLS

October 29th, 2009
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Polly March performed her interpretation of Julian of Norwich at Wells Cathedral last Friday before an audience just short of a hundred. Julian’s message - ‘Love is his meaning’ - came brilliantly alight. Reaction was enthusiastic: ’she really brought Julian alive’: ‘the best thing I’ve ever seen’.
On Saturday evening, Polly March gave a second performance at the Franciscans’ Friary, Hilfield, to an audience of similar size. She returns home to Malta today, Thursday October 29.
As a direct result of her ‘Showings’, we are starting a Hear our Silence house group meeting regularly at our home in Croscombe.
Our warmest thanks to Polly for her generous energy in giving us fresh insight into Julian’s meaning.

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A JOURNEY INTO PRAYER

August 3rd, 2009


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A Journey into Prayer

with

Julian of Norwich

 

 

Wednesday 2nd - Friday 4th September 2009

 

Leaders

John and Judith Skinner

 

 

 

at

Abbey House   Chilkwell Street  Glastonbury BA6 8DH

Telephone  01458 831112     warden@abbeyhouse.org

This two day residential workshop takes place

in the beguiling setting

of Abbey House, overlooking the ruins of Glastonbury Abbey.

We will be working with the familiar Hear our Silence programe:

sharing the Prayer of Silence together, working in groups to

explore its meaning for us, and using Julian’s own teaching

on prayer in lectio Divina.

Details from Wordman@sky.com

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Exploring Contemplative Prayer

March 26th, 2009

The West Malling Julian group are holding a workshop day on contemplative prayer on Saturday, June 13, 2009 at St Matthew’s Church Wigmore, Kent. This will be led by Seamus Cullen who is a spiritual director and retreat giver who has worked both in England and Ireland, as well as Norway.

Costing £7, further details may be had by telephoning 01732 845 550 or 848 467

All welcome

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Advent : he comes

December 1st, 2008
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The Burning Babe
As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow
Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow;
and lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near
a pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear
Who, scorched with excessive heat, such flood of tears did shed
as though his floods should quench his flames which with his tears were fed.
Alas, quoth he, but newly born in fiery heats I fry
Yet none approach to warm their hearts or feel my fire but I!
My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns,
Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorn;
The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals,
The metal in this furnace wrought are men’s defiled souls,
For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good,
So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.
With this he vanished out of sight and swiftly shrunk away,
And straigth I called unto mind that it was Christmas day.
Robert Southwell

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Remembering Day

November 9th, 2008

Threnody of the Nations

We have hated and fought,

We have murdered and fled,

But the peace that we sought

Is alone with the dead.

We have offered ourselves

On the altar of greed;

We have poisoned our sons

With our venomous creed.

We have bombed and destroyed;

We have raped and diseased,

Till the earth has grown dark

With our war-obsequies.

We have sung our wild song

In the ghouls’ jubilee,

And, O Love, once again

We have crucified Thee.

Leon Adams
Lennoxville, Quebec, May 16, 1940.


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