Proost advent 24…

So here we are. On the eve of another Christmas.

Christ-mass.

When we who seek to honour the call towards a different kind of kingdom-making. We invite you to join us around the table groaning with good things.

There will be a time for protest, for cries of justice, for silence, for lament – but tomorrow, we feast together.

So tonight, our waiting is almost over.

How will you mark your Christmas eve? For many, it is the gathering in of family, the return home, the pumping up of air beds. Some will take themselves to church or chapel later, but many will not.

Some will be alone. I wish it were not so, but communality is not a gift for everyone.

Gathered or not, I offer you, this Christ-mass, this simple reminder.

We participate in the practive of Immanuel.

As our last offer of this advent season, we offer you another poetry podcast – particularly for those of you who have space today that you need to deepen.

This is a recording Chris did a couple of days ago with two poets – Ali Matthew and Mark Berry. It was an exploration of Christmas through poetry and the discussion went places that you might not immediately expect.

Advent 23…

Today we go over the Atlantic and join ‘The Many’ on their longest night vigil. It is a longer piece, but perhaps you need this right now- a longer pause of lament and longing.

The Many is a collective of diverse creatives whose work ‘The Opening’ was published by Proost back in 2016.

If you are in that place where you feel the tenderness of this season keenly, you are not alone. We stand together, seeking together the place of justice and peace, where we all find our belonging.

Your woundedness is a blessing on the place where you are.

Proost advent 20…

Following the tradition of calling in favours from family, Chris asked his son Will to record himself singing this re-written version of everyone’s old favourite carol ‘In the bleak midwinter’… Will (who is a trad music player in various bands) had sung this version previously and does a simply stunning version here, somehow more powerful in its stark urban simplicity.

He recorded it on his phone inside a Glasgow tenement flat which he and his girlfriend Rachel are in the middle of renovating. It has no kitchen or bathroom, but it does have a piano.

The words are below…

Bleak midwinter

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What can I give him, wealthy as I am?

Does he need an i-phone or a well-aged Parma ham?

Should I bring him trainers, a pair of brand-new jeans?

Or Halo for the X-box (whatever the hell that means)

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In a tower block in Camden, a woman breaks her heart

Her credit score is hopeless, her marriage fell apart

Her cupboards all lie empty, her clothes are wafer thin

Her kids can thank the food bank for turkey from a tin

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If I were a kind man, I would bring good cheer

I would house the homeless, if for only once a year

I’d buy my cards from Oxfam, for virtue is no sin

I’d send some Christmas pudding to poor old Tiny Tim

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In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds still moan

And Mr Wilson’s waited ages to get the council on the phone

He’s worried cos his boiler has given up the ghost

And since Mabel got dementia, she feels cold more than most

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If I were a wise man, I would do my part

I’d sell that gold and incense and invest it for a start

In gilt-edged annuities and solid pension schemes

For without good fiscal planning, what can ever be redeemed?

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In a lock-up by the roadside a bastard-child is born

To another teenage mother whose future looks forlorn

A host of heavenly angels up high in star-strewn sky

Sing blue-scale hallelujahs as lorries thunder by

Proost advent 19…

Today we have a poetry reading for you – with a difference. This one features a conversation with the poet who wrote the poem back on day 7, and then some stunning poetry from an old friend…

From the show notes for this pod;

“This episode features two Australian poets- Talitha Fraser and Stevie Wills, and is the first of what we hope to be a more regular immersion in poetry, and the story behind the poems.

Stevie lives with cerebral palsy which has affected her speech patterns, so listen carefully, because hers is a voice worth listening to! She speaks movingly about her long powerful poem which tells Mary’s story. It is a stunning piece that she was keen to allow to stand on its own. We recommend checking out her website to see/hear more of her work!

https://www.steviewills.com.au/

Talitha is a long term Proost person, having been a key part of previous poetry collection curation. She is active within feminist spaces and activism for indiginous rights in her adopted city of Melborne, although she was born in NZ. You can find out more about Talitha and her other projects here;

https://linktr.ee/the.recollective

The conversation in this chat was a privilege to be part of. We hope you enjoy it as much as we did.”

Proost advent 17…

Today we have two different offerings…

The first is a brilliant vid by Joel Baker, made for a Grace service. Here is what Joel has to say;

“The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned.” Isaiah 9:2

When reading a few verses / passages for inspiration this one really struck out at me. 

As we come to the end of the year we reflect; pulling together end of year playlists, highlights and lowlights, miles run, walked and cycled, goals and achievements. But one thing I haven’t particularly wanted to reflect on is what’s going on in the wider world. It’s pretty depressing.

Sometimes it feels as if we are walking in darkness and could really do with seeing a light. This then was my visual response & exercise. By scraping various headlines from the past year or so, I tried to see if I could shine a light through the noise and give us something to hold onto as we move into 2025.

Joel used this music originally – you might like to swap it out; Ben Frost — Theory of Machines

Next, we have just released the Proost podcast number 13.

In this pod, we talk to Mark Kensett about his 40 year long career as a professional photographer and film maker. Mark has worked extensively in the West Bank and Gaza for different charities, and we wanted to hear about this work, and take the opportunity to reflect on the terrible events in the occupied terrorities.

It can be so hard to form a clear view. There is so much ‘information’ out there, along with counter-information that easily becomes tribal and sectarian. As the discussion was unfolding you can hear my attempts to resolve my own anger and sense of profound impotence and moral injury- fortunately Mark was able to bring clarity and grace to the conversation.

In the show notes we placed a lot of links which may be helpful as you seek to make your own journey into the complexity. Here they are;

You can see some of Mark’s work on his website here.

The Amos Trust website, featuring much of Mark’s work is here

Edukid is here

Mark mentioned this organisation and this book

… Mark’s photography inpiration is this man.

… and finally, Mark and his wife Liane are part of the Kairos movement.

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

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Joy is not a jacket

You pick from a handy peg, it is

Never something worn externally

It is always a surprise

Like sunrise

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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

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Joy is an ambush

Hidden in plain sight

Wrapped up in the most unlikely things

It often comes with grief, not even

Promising relief

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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