Sharon Shoesmith speaks out again…

Regular readers of this blog will know that I earn a living in social work- specifically, I manage mental health services, working mainly with vulnerable adults.

But the whole social work world has been hugely affected by the tragic circumstances of the death of Peter Connelly at the hands of his mother, her partner and a lodger.

And by the media circus that followed it.

It was interesting to hear Sharon Shoesmith, the former director of Social Work services for Haringey who was sacked following political intervention, speaking to a House of Commons Committee looking into the way we protect children.

She made the following points (some of which I had previously described- here.)

In her opening remarks to MPs, Ms Shoesmith said the statistics on child murders were shocking – and had stayed the same for more than 30 years.

The Baby Peter case had led to big changes in children’s social services, she said.

“For children, the impact has been far-reaching. Since 2008 the number coming into care has increased 30%. The number we have subject to a child protection plan has doubled. Yet this wider net seems to have had little impact on the number of children who die.”

She said in the year Peter had died – 2007 – a total of 54 other children in England had also died at the hands of their parents or other family members.

In the decade from 1999 to 2009, 539 children had died in this way, she said.

“These are shocking statistics and statistics that are not known. They are too abhorrent for us to consider,” she said.

She is right, I think, to point to the negative effect of the blame culture on those seeking to protect children.

The simple truth is that scapegoating obscures the real issues, and potentially real solutions.

Scottish Children’s Panel- can you help?

I was asked to give a shout out about the Scottish Childrens Panel service- who are trying to recruit new members at the moment.

For Scottish based folk who might be looking for a way to volunteer and help protect and support the most vulnerable members of our society- this might be a life changing experience. Literally.

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Potty road trip…

I am just back from a road trip with a couple of friends- we drove down to Derbyshire in a rattly rented van to fetch a load of pottery equipment bought off ebay. A 7 hour drive each way, with an overnight at Michaela’s mums, and a few pints in the evening.

This included loads of glazes, clay, kiln furniture and not one, but TWO kilns.

Oh- and one of them weighed half a ton.

So there we were, Simon, Paul and I, along with two of Michaela’s uncles (The fantastic Ken and Phil- men who are used to hard work!) faced with a winding garden path, steps and low garden walls. Two previous potential buyers had taken a look and decided that fingers, toes and vertebrae were more valuable than the kiln.

But we were not to be so easily put off!

So about an hour of weedling, scraping, levering and hammering later, it was in the van and on the way up country. The unload was fun too (thanks Andy!)

We just need to empty our cellar of all the accumulated junk, install a new electrical circuit, and then people can get potting.

Not me- I have other gifts.

And anyway- I will be in traction for a few weeks…

Our anniversary…

Taken in Robin Hood Bay, outside the cottage where we had our honeymoon 20 years ago…

Today is our 20th wedding anniversary.

I can scarcely believe it.

We were young together Michaela and I- she was lovely and kind, I was awkward and mercurial, but she saw something in me that others did not.

And who I am today is formed out of what we became together. Her tolerance, my dreams. My wide horizons, her warm fireplace. Her hospitality, my shyness. My creativity, her nurturing. Her mothering, my fathering.

And lots of love.

Science kills God. Again.

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The news is strangely full of Steven Hawking’s statements about God and the beginning of the universe. It is suggested that he has changed his mind- about the lighting of the fuse of the Big Bang. He has suggested that the origin of the universe did not need a Creator, as it would have happened anyway.

Strange because it seems such an old argument- the old conflict between faith and science. Why on earth is it all news again? Perhaps it relates to product- Hawking has a new book to hawk.

But there is quite a bit of this around at the moment I think. Richard Dawkins has a series on channel 4 trying to evangelise the atheist gospel of purity through enlightened scientific knowledge. Dawkins has an ego the size of France and I am not sure many people are very interested in his ranting- any more than they are interested in Christians who use the same style of rant to propagate their own evangelical crusade, but it does seem strange that there is a renewed interest in these issues.

I wonder if it is at least partly because of the uncharted territory that physical sciences are finding themselves in at present? All those nano particles and Hedron collisions.

So we see God used even by scientist to explain things that they can not (Who remembers the so called ‘God particle?) until they believe that they now CAN understand, and so God is pushed back again. I have heard this kind of God described as ‘The God of the gaps’- he exists only to deal with that which we have not yet fully explored, then we have not more need of him.

But science and religion are like air and water. They do not mix, but are strangely made up of similar molecules. One can contain a little of the other, but only for a while before they are forced apart again.

One deals with how, the other why. One with process, the other with meaning. One with macro and global, the other with micro and personal. One with text books, the other with human encounters.

I am not a scientist- but I need science. And scientists- whether they know it or not- need poets.

Today, Jews celebrate Rosh Hashanah or Jewish New Year. A time when Jews remember Creation.

Before which there was nothing.

And poem was yet to begin.

Ways of life…

I love this image- if it is yours, sorry I pinched it- from here…

Ways of life

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For some life is lived in the measuring

Of every moment

In raising high the cup of experience

And drinking it dry

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Life too is like a dark forest

A dark green shadow

Oozing out its fungal fingers

Spreading secret spores

Unnoticed

But irrepressible

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Life may be a blazing flare

Across the stormy night sky

Burning an arc into the retina

Should you look its way

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Life too is an ember whose glow

Was borrowed by proximity

Given

Then gone

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Or life may be a bubble

In a clear blue stream

Dancing with the bouncing pebbles

And waltzing among the weeds

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Then rising

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Detained briefly by the surface tension

Going through

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And beyond

Dunoon, courtesy of the BBC L.A.B. project…


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Emily showed me this today- made by some of her friends from school. I think they did a great job!

For people interested in the life of this area, there are a couple of other films in the series- Millport and Tiree, as well as others focussing on the Clyde..

Living in such places is a blessing, but as anyone here will tell you, the real issues are in the making of community- living in peace and harmony with those around you. The beauty of where we live is fantastic, but real life is not about scenery, it is about the more mundane and more human business of making communities work.

Starting a new thing and then sustaining it…

I have been thinking about several new beginnings. All of them are at that stage where they are just a shapeless mixture of excitement, optimism and possibility, mixed in with…

Fear that I will fail

Worry about the consequences for my family and my friendships

A growing realisation of all the hard work to come

On the whole though, I love this period in a project. When ideas crackle and spark, and things just seem to take on a life of their own, with you following through the doorways that open up. It is a time of great creativity and imagination.

But I am very aware that some of my co-conspirators find this process much more alarming. My tendency to allow an idea to grow legs and run off over the horizon is particularly disconcerting. You should ask my wife!

This tension in groups is pretty inevitable. And it always seems to require good communication, deliberate pauses to reflect and check out where we are up to, and the application of minds more driven by detail than mine ever is. Which tends to be the point that I can become frustrated and stressed. Things that seem so clear in my mind (but I have not communicated very well) suddenly are filtered through several different perspectives…

But after all this forming and storming, there is the issue of dealing with the longer haul…

As I have got older, I find myself less and less satisfied with repetition. Which is strange as I think I was a bit of a plodder in early adulthood- happy to build credibility by showing myself to be reliable and dependable over a longer time frame. I suppose this is reflected in my career- I have worked for only two employers (albeit in several different roles) over my 20 years in social work.

So the other issue about any new project is this word sustainability

It is a word that implies the long haul. And also increasingly means something about the way we use resources (finance, raw materials, energy, time.)

For me too, sustainability is mingled in with relationships. This is perhaps the way my mind is wired- but also it is a thing that Jesus has set loose in me. Enterprise becomes social enterprise, activity becomes group activity. This is always more complicated, and potentially fraught with difficulties- but it seems to me to be the way we humans were meant to live and work and have our being…

This is what I feel myself to be in the long way of- commitment to living, working and being in the Jesus way. Compromises are so wearing…

More on this to come…

Pig sick I missed this…

We missed the Tautoko pre-Greenbelt gathering last Thursday because we did not get down to Cheltenham in time. We had a bit of a disaster handing over William to Michaela’s dad. He had arranged to meet him near Stoke, but he got lost, so eventually we had to detour all the way across country.

Bless him, it felt like delivering a bit of baggage. Need to get a handle fitted…

I was already sad to miss the meet-up, as the Cathedral is such a wonderful place, but I have just heard that it was also a chance to get a preview of this-

Crucible is one of the largest and most important exhibitions of contemporary sculpture to take place in Britain during the past decade.

Over 70 works of art will be featured by many of Britain’s most renowned sculptors and internationally famous artists… Crucible will include sculptures by Sir Eduardo Palozzi, Lynn Chadwick, Antony Gormley and Damien Hirst. Some pieces have been sourced from private collections or specially loaned and several have been made especially for the exhibition. Many have never been seen in public before.

It will be open in Gloucester Cathedral for the next two months.

Go and see it

And think of me…

Off to Greenbelt!

So- house still in chaos, car half packed, but here I am blogging!

Because tomorrow morning, 11 of us from Aoradh set off to Greenbelt festival.

We will be curating (I think that is the current trendy term!) some worship in the New Forms Cafe all day Saturday- so if you are around, do pop in and see us.

Whilst we are on the Greenbelt theme, Proost are now selling stuff through the Greenbelt website- here– including a couple of books I had a hand in! Go-on, Christmas is coming…

(Product to shift…. Oh dear, is that not really uncool?)