Proost advent 16

An old favourite poem of mine. That line about transcendent squirrels always makes me smile…

Taken from the book ‘After the Apocalypse’.

Thanks once more to Yvonne, Will and Emily for the music, and Si for those images.

Joy 2

Joy is not a bauble

Not a bubble, too soon burst

Never manufactured cost effectively

It is not bought or sold

It is not gold

.

Joy is not a jacket

You pick from a handy peg, it is

Never something worn externally

It is always a surprise

Like sunrise

.

Joy requires no skill

Its practice is not taught

It is not being ‘happy’ or content

It is just being open, to the

Beautiful and broken

.

Joy is an ambush

Hidden in plain sight

Wrapped up in the most unlikely things

It often comes with grief, not even

Promising relief

,

Joy is a squirrel

Transcending a tree

It is music played directly on the spine

You do not need to look, because

It stabs you the gut

Proost advent 14…

In yesterday’s post, Jonny’s carol offered us the hope of a time when war will end… It is a hope we sorely need this advent, overshadowed as it is by the terrible events in the the Palestinian occupied territories known as The West Bank, and (of course) Gaza.

Next Tuesday, We will be releasing an interview on the Proost Podcast that Rob and I are doing with photographer Mark Kensett – one of our Proost community members – who has worked extensively in both the West Bank and Gaza with the Amos Trust, an organisation that many of you will already know.

Perhaps you might be willing to support the Amos Trust Christmas appeal?

Mark made this powerful video, full of hope and love.

Let this be our advent pause for the day.

Proost advent 13…

Today we have a brand new carol from Jonny Baker… I think he intends to get into a studio and record it, but for now offers this quick recordning along with an accompanying vid by Jon Birch.

I will also include sheet/chords for it here.

This is what Jonny had to say about how the carol came in to being.

I was inspired reading Isaiah 9 and in particular the imagery of verse 5:

The boots of the warrior and the uniforms bloodstained by war will all be burned. They will be fuel for the fire.

In a world with so much brutality and violence the image of a fire burning army boots and clothes of war struck a chord and a deep sense of advent longing for another possible world. That turned into lyrics for a carol or advent hymn ‘Smoke is rising’. The last verse is quoting Arundathi Roy which many of you will recognise.  Niall Dunne has written what I think is a beautiful melody. This came about through a chance conversation at CMS (Niall has started the undergrad pioneer training this year). I’d love any reactions to it. Even more I’d love any of you to try it out and lead it. Let me know how you get on if you do though it’s a bit late possibly for this year now. I imagine it with a huge church or choir but I don’t have one of those! 

My sister Ruth kindly has written out the melody and chords. I should add that the guitar tuning is DADGAD which sounds lovely. Hopefully you can work out what I am doing from the video if you go that route and like me are not used to that. That’s how I learned it from Niall. I should say I am singing it a bit lower than Niall as I struggled to reach the top note in F. Ruth has written chords in F and in D and unhelpfully I am playing it in E flat!

I have not had the time or kit to record it properly so this is recorded on a phone – thanks to Jon Birch for his steady hand (and gorgeous lounge). Maybe this will spark a new project?!

And double thanks to Jon who was inspired to make a movie loop of a fire of army boots and clothes of war which you can watch and download. When I have done the song (the sum total of one time so far) I have projected lyrics over that video looping which is pretty evocative.  Jon was one of the founders of proost with me (and Aad) so it felt great to collaborate for this proost advent series. 

Proost advent 11…

Time for some pottery… This is a short video around the creation of a large pot in Seatree Pottery up in Argyll. It is one of a series of pots in a grouping called ‘Hebridean devolution’ which use the same form- layers of altered clay built up to form a large urn, but each piece will be in different states of completion. The landscape up here is old, long eroded. It cradles so many stories, not least the Celtic traditions which have merged with and been altered by an encounter with the teachings of Jesus. In the midst of all this change, all this history, we are being made. We are being made new.

Proost advent 9

Today’s post comes via Rob, my partner in Proostyness. This is what he has to say;

This reading from Ian Adams’ ‘Some Small Heaven‘ seems as appropriate and meaningful to me as it did the first time I read it.

The Hope of the Few

When the powerful manipulate the truth,

when the powerless are exploited,

and we who seek good seem incapable of bringing change, 

where is hope?

Advent is the celebration of the few.

Of the small.

Of the unknown and the unnoticed.

Never forget the potential

of a prayer made in seclusion,

of one generous action,

of some small gesture of faith,

or of a simple blessing 

– to scatter the proud 

and to shatter their illusion that theirs is the last word.

As alone as you may feel.

As small, as unknown or as unnoticed.

Your prayers, your generosity, your gestures, and your blessings

will heal the world.

Image, by Si Smith.

Calling out genocide – some craftivism…

The background to this advent is horror in the holy land. We all know this, but it has become almost impossible to talk about freely. Even the words we use to describe what is happening in Gaza (not to mention the West Bank and Lebanon) are contested.

Genocide.

Aparthheid.

Terrorism.

Antisemitism.

In part this appears a deliberate consequence of the propoganda war, but it leaves many of us exposed, angry and fearful. The internet algorythm then plays the polarisation game and we find ourselves divided against each other, each with a different version of the ‘truth’.

There are sensitivities here that we have to acknowledge – the terrible history of the Jewish people and the horrific attack that was the catalyst to this event, but we now must call the Israeli military response what it is – the most brutal attack on an urban population in modern history, desctived as genocidal by the International Criminal Court.

There is no equivalence here, no proportionate response. It is violence unleashed, and almost 70% of those killed have been women and children. There is no justification for this kind of slaughter.

Amnesty International agrees. The 297 page report makes for harrowing reading.

“Our damning findings must serve as a wake-up call to the international community: this is genocide. It must stop now.”

– Agnès Callamard, Amnesty International

They are in no doubt what needs to happen.

Meanwhile the rest of us feel powerless, or complicit even. After all, our government continues to offer broad and unflinching support to a regime that is infliciting unimaginable suffering on a whole people. Hundreds of companies in the UK make items used by the Israeli war machines. Our media is oddly compliant, despite the exclusion of journalists from the war zone and the 146 journalists and media workers killed by Israeli bombs.

This powerlessness impacts us like a moral injury – it becomes an unresolvable cognitive dissonance which means that most of us have to just switch off to it all, because what else can we do?

Many, including many of our friends, caution us against outright opposition to Israel’s genocide. After all, do they not have a right to defend themselves? It all seems so complicated, so let us just offer up prayers for peace and leave it to higher powers to sort out. But there is no peace in light of such on-going brutality, and there can be no peace without justice, without restoration and a rolling back of the violent jugernaut that has been cruhing the Palestinian people for so long.

Thoughts and prayers are not enough.

A few weeks ago, Michaela and I joined an Iona Community zoom call to hear from a man who had lost 19 members of his family to a bomb strike in Gaza. He has know idea why they were targeted, but it may be because he is a journalist. One of the participants in the call started to offer words of compassion, but he stopped them.

I don’t want your sympathy, he said. It means nothing to me. I don’t know you and you don’t know me. I just need you to do something.

This stayed with us for weeks. But what could we do? How can any of us respond to what is going on?

We tried informing ourselves- finding out as much as we could about the history, from the mess the British left after they left and the massacres of 1948 right through to all those himan rights violations followed by the ebb and flow of violence and counter-violence.

We noted in particular the role played by Christians in this mess – how Christian Zionists seem to outnumber Jewish ones for instance, and the hold that a certain myth of Israeli ‘specialness’ has even within mainstream churches, which blinds us to so much brutality. If you want to know what this looks like in the West Bank for example, listen to this…

We looked to see if we could support organisions working for peace like the Amos trust because perhaps getting money into the right hands is the answer… how much it is needed after all!

Then Michaela woke up with an idea in her head.

What if we could put something in the hands of the CEOs and politicians that have power and influence. Something simple but beautiful.

An object of meaning that they had to choose to either keep or throw away.

So far she has made 413 of these ceramic stoneware pebbles, with a glaze on one side and the word peace on the other.

Friends have helped with the making and glazing, and we intend to post them out to CEOs of UK companies who make items used in the Israeli war machine, and to our politicians and to those conpanies on the boycott list who support the Israeli government or military financially.

We are calling them pebbles of peace.

Want to get involved?

Each envelope will cost around £1.50 to post. Already we have posted out about 300, and these costs have been covered by a community of people who have chipped in to add their voice to the outrage. There are still a couple of hundred to go (we will fire another batch in the kiln in a week or so) so it you want to help out, either by supporting some postage, or even by taking a batch and posting them yourselves, then let me know.

We wrote this to go along with the pebbles.

Pebbles of peace

We are a group of friends longing for peace in the middle east. We represent no big organisation or interest other than that of our own.

We feel overwhelmed by the scale of the hurt and pain being caused by the war – on all sides. The thousands of dead children and the hundreds of thousands whose bodies will carry wounds in body and soul for generations to come.

When will it stop? Who will be the peace makers?

We think that change happens through brave people like you making hard decisions towards peace, even at personal and collective cost.

We send you this little token of peace and invite you to pick it up.

What you do with it is up to you.

You can keep it…. or throw it away.

If you keep it, our hope is that you will be doing so as a commitment towards using whatever power or influence you have – big or small – to make peace.

We know these things are complicated, so we make no other request.

Proost advent 8…

Today I offer this video again.

It captures so much about how I am trying to engage with the context we find ourselves in. In a world of widening inequality, climate breakdown, genocide and popularist politicians, what do we live towards? What part of the advent story might be drawing us?

All I have is this.