Tuesday, 6 August 2013


I have been feeling somewhat jaded and unenthusiastic about my practice over the last couple of weeks; not blocked exactly, more like limping. I may just be tired and in need of a break, which (apart from Greenbelt) I cannot really justify until after the exhibition. I need to rediscover my knack of finding little points of refreshment and replenishment in the middle of this busy life....

Today, this came through Twitter. It is by Malcolm Guite, from his book of sonnets 'Sounding the Seasons'


For that one moment, ‘in and out of time’,
On that one mountain where all moments meet,
The daily veil that covers the sublime
In darkling glass fell dazzled at his feet.
There were no angels full of eyes and wings
Just living glory full of truth and grace.
The Love that dances at the heart of things
Shone out upon us from a human face
And to that light the light in us leaped up,
We felt it quicken somewhere deep within,
A sudden blaze of long-extinguished hope
Trembled and tingled through the tender skin.
Nor can this blackened sky, this darkened scar
Eclipse that glimpse of how things really are.


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