A poetic lectio of the entire book of Genesis, in part prompted by some of the poetry and reflections in my current Lent devotional "The Word in the Wilderness" by Malcolm Guite, reflecting on the nature of prayer. Instead of a twilight conversation Whilst walking together in the garden, I’m still hiding in the bushes, ashamed, In my crudely fashioned vegan loincloth. Rather than learning from my young brother I am murderously jealous of him, And deny responsibility when Asked of his whereabouts and wellbeing. Rescued from the coming cataclysm, Without any attempt to intercede, After the noisome lifeboat runs aground, I lie dead drunk beneath the rainbow’s arc When told the world was my inheritance I choose to take shortcuts believing Time is short and I know better and can Abuse and dispose of people at will. When I run from the consequences of My duplicity, and angels descend On my uncomfortable, wayside bed, I awake to continue the same way. I wrestle throu...
Last week a well known Facebook friend posted that they had recently been experiencing the effects of burnout and that they were taking action to look after their mental health. I'm glad and wish them well. Almost exactly 15 years ago I started to go through the same thing. I had run out of energy and things that I previously took on my stride were starting to cause me real anxiety. Throughout my adult life I had struggled with periodic low mood/borderline depression, but, on the advice of a helpful doctor I had never gone down the route of medication, but simply “watched the gauges” and when the tank was verging on empty I eased off until I could get a break. However that year, I had experienced a number of physical injuries that disturbed the rhythm of my week and my mental heath, and after the busyness of Lent and Holy Week, we took our customary week away in Scotland, but on my return there was no “lift off” and I limped my way to our summer break in France. We had ...