I found my way here trying to remember Jenkinson's thoughts on be/longing for my own writing on the subject. What a beautiful expression of your own longing, so nice to stumble upon walking on love and truth. Thank you.
Wonderful poem, Jez. I was immediately caught by the mere mention of wild geese! Thank you for inviting me deeper into my sense of longing - a ‘wild chase’ that I sincerely hope doesn't go away too soon🙏
Glad it landed bro. Multiple people listening twice today! Wowsers 🤯
You'll be either delighted or dismayed to hear I'm still forming more useful-to-me thoughts about longing, so next week is likely to be a write up of that (plus a bunch of poems!) Rubem Alves will feature!
Oh this is universally lovely isn't it? Listened to it twice (normal speed you'd be relieved to know 😆) and skim read because it is very meaty! I think what stands out particularly for me is the justice part, I've had it in my head for a while justice is a social construct, at least our human understanding of it is, so what does that mean? And you kinda answered what that means for you here ☺️ bravo 🙌✨
Thanks for the appreciation and your thoughts on the poem. 🥰🙏🏼
Hearing you about the justice stuff. Yes, a human construct, and often necessary. But to me it feels as though it works with a very different energy to the movements of grace, which transcend any notion of merit. I much prefer to lean into that. It's what I most want to receive and to offer. (see: The Grace Paradox)!
For starters that angel picture is so beautifully delicate and awe-full to watch ✨🥹🪽
That first poem I have always loved, and the long one is something to absolutely come back to, there’s lines I want to reread and many of them struck a chord in me. Your reading was also great, you expressed it passionately! 😁❤️🔥
Longing and belonging, such a theme. Thank you. As always, beautiful read Jez!
Thank you Eva, I'm so glad you enjoyed this post 🙏🏼💚
I love reading that poem out loud. It says something to me every time. And I always struggle to get through the last line without tearing up too much to speak.
That angel is the only angel in Barnoon cemetery, a small hillside plot in St. Ives, Cornwall. The sunsets from that location are stunning. When I realised I could take the sun through the angel's hand I was so excited I almost couldn't keep still enough to get the shot! (It took multiple attempts). It evokes such happy memories in me of a holiday with my older son to a cottage I'd stayed in as a child 🪽✨
I found my way here trying to remember Jenkinson's thoughts on be/longing for my own writing on the subject. What a beautiful expression of your own longing, so nice to stumble upon walking on love and truth. Thank you.
I'm so pleased you stumbled across this space, Campbell. Thank you for your kind words 🙏🏼
Wonderful poem, Jez. I was immediately caught by the mere mention of wild geese! Thank you for inviting me deeper into my sense of longing - a ‘wild chase’ that I sincerely hope doesn't go away too soon🙏
Thanks Will. So good to wander among the geese with you yesterday! 😊
Listening to this (twice) while walking today, I found the meta-cognition element around longing powerfully directional. Good soup 😍
Glad it landed bro. Multiple people listening twice today! Wowsers 🤯
You'll be either delighted or dismayed to hear I'm still forming more useful-to-me thoughts about longing, so next week is likely to be a write up of that (plus a bunch of poems!) Rubem Alves will feature!
Oh this is universally lovely isn't it? Listened to it twice (normal speed you'd be relieved to know 😆) and skim read because it is very meaty! I think what stands out particularly for me is the justice part, I've had it in my head for a while justice is a social construct, at least our human understanding of it is, so what does that mean? And you kinda answered what that means for you here ☺️ bravo 🙌✨
Wow. That's dedication!
Thanks for the appreciation and your thoughts on the poem. 🥰🙏🏼
Hearing you about the justice stuff. Yes, a human construct, and often necessary. But to me it feels as though it works with a very different energy to the movements of grace, which transcend any notion of merit. I much prefer to lean into that. It's what I most want to receive and to offer. (see: The Grace Paradox)!
Suffice to say, I can identify with it all! 🥲💛
For starters that angel picture is so beautifully delicate and awe-full to watch ✨🥹🪽
That first poem I have always loved, and the long one is something to absolutely come back to, there’s lines I want to reread and many of them struck a chord in me. Your reading was also great, you expressed it passionately! 😁❤️🔥
Longing and belonging, such a theme. Thank you. As always, beautiful read Jez!
Thank you Eva, I'm so glad you enjoyed this post 🙏🏼💚
I love reading that poem out loud. It says something to me every time. And I always struggle to get through the last line without tearing up too much to speak.
That angel is the only angel in Barnoon cemetery, a small hillside plot in St. Ives, Cornwall. The sunsets from that location are stunning. When I realised I could take the sun through the angel's hand I was so excited I almost couldn't keep still enough to get the shot! (It took multiple attempts). It evokes such happy memories in me of a holiday with my older son to a cottage I'd stayed in as a child 🪽✨
It’s such a meaningful last line, I get that! 🥲❤️🩹
I once held the sun in a picture too, and I can relate to being a graveyard angel 😂 all kidding aside, it’s a stunning shot!
Happy you could share that childhood place and memories with your son! 🥰