Bridges Part 11 ~ Haiku

Over Severn‘s Gorge

An iconic iron bridge

First cast in furnace

Another view of the bridge

Another view of the bridge (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The years float away

On day trips to my birthplace

By ‘Blinking Eye’

English: Millennium Bridge, Newcastle to Gates...

English: Millennium Bridge, Newcastle to Gateshead This elegant tilting pedestrian and cyclist bridge is the lowest above-ground crossing of the River Tyne. It has become something of an icon of Newcastle and Gateshead. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A lifetime abridged

Sorrows surface in snatches

Sanitised soundbites

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Brick by brick I build

A bridge to carry me home

Made of words and deeds

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Believe in yourself

Laughter and Lyrics Choir

Laughter and Lyrics Choir

Yesterday was very emotional for me in so many ways.  I belong to a choir called “Laughter and Lyrics” which meets every Friday morning in the restaurant of the Everyman Theatre.  We have only been singing together for a few months and we are all of different ages and from varied backgrounds.  But I think we gel as a choir and make a beautiful sound together.  Of course singing is very emotional at any time but yesterday was especially so as we had been invited to sing at a service to celebrate the life of the much loved father of one the ladies in the choir.  The service was in a beautiful little church in one of the most idyllic villages in the Cotswolds, Dumbleton, and the sun shone on it.

As I sang in that beautiful church with our choir of wonderful ladies I felt privileged to be there, blessed to be alive, and grateful to be me.

One of the songs we are practicing for our show in July is “Believe”, written by Lin Marsh.

It is often sung at final assemblies here in the UK when pupils are moving on to a new school.  It is so uplifting and affirming.

I hope you enjoy listening to this  You Tube version of it, and know that it is meant for you.

 

Shadow ~ Haikuheights A2Z April Challenge

Spectral shadows form

In candlelit cathedral

Vespertine vision

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In gathering gloom

Spectral saints in chapels pray

Unseen and unheard

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Caught in candlelight

Silent battles continue

As saints shadow fight

Shadows in Worcester cathedral

Shadows in Worcester cathedral

Shadow in chapel at Worcester cathedral

Shadow in chapel at Worcester cathedral

 

Pariah ~ Haiku

Mary Magdala ~ Pariah?

Mary Magdala ~ Pariah?

Mary Magdala

Spilt oils on his feet and wept

Begging forgiveness

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Judas, pariah?

Or pawn in a cosmic game

At Gethsemane.

We have just finished performing the Gloucester Mystery Plays in the fabulous setting of Gloucester Cathedral and Worcester Cathedral.  The plays were directed by Sheila Mander and received some very good reviews.   One former actor said,

 “Her motley crew of patches, rude mechanicals, all shapes, sizes, ages, levels of acting ability, musicianship and technical support experience were met together to serve one of the greatest stories ever told – amateurs and professional all – with God (we all know that He would really like to be Jeremy Irons) topping and tailing the entire affair. The spirit of Ye Olde rough and ready Middle English Mystery Play tradition is both honoured in its purest form and updated to modern relevance in a beautifully structured piece. Each actor, amateur and professional alike, somehow manages through simple, honest and often movingly unsophisticated service to this mammoth narrative to deliver one of the most touching and engaging pieces of theatre you could ever wish to attend. It is indeed theatre fulfilling many of its most powerful functions. Like smokers who quit the habit judge people who smoke, ex actors like myself can be an impossible audience to please. This little gem pleased me no end. It is charming, challenging, provocative but most essentially of all it is warmly approachable.”  I can’t weait for the next production!  Enjoy some of the photos below of rehearsals.

http://www.gmpfestival.com/diary-of-events/

 

 

Catch up ~ haiku

Hunter

Hounded and harried

He wandered the wilderness

Prey to temptation

Mystery devils tempting Jesus

 

Incense

Prayers of the faithful

Cloaked in celestial clouds

Scent of mystery

insence

 

Jasmine

Refreshed and relaxed

With a herbal infusion

Healing Jasmine tea

jasmine tea

 

Koi

“Don’t feed”, the sign says

But the Koi plead their hunger

Mouths open, they glide

fish 2

 

Lily

Alert and aloof

Proud Sharpei stands, protecting

The Peace Pagoda

lily

The Peace Pagoda in Willen, Milton Keynes

The Peace Pagoda in Willen, Milton Keynes (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Grasshopper ~ HaikuHeights A2Z ~ Day 8

Learn from the least. On

The path to enlightenment

The grasshopper guides

 As soon as I saw today’s prompt word, Grasshopper, my mind drifted back to the 80’s and 90’s when my children were young.  Two TV series stand out in my mind from those days.

In the 90s we watched an American series called “Land Before Time” which was beautiful in every way.  Each episode had a moral about virtues of courage, strength, love of family etc.

In the 80’s we watched a series on TV called “Monkey“.  This was a very unusual series based on a classic sixteenth century Chinese novel “Journey to the West” by Wu Cheng’en.  The series was produced in Japan and each episode had a moral which was based on Buddhist and Taoist philosophy.  We absolutely loved it.  I am sure there was a grasshopper character in the series!

Learn from the least. On

The path to enlightenment

The grasshopper guides

 

Gloucester Mystery Plays

Weeks of rehearsals are over and the show is now underway.  It is a privilege to be part of such a spectacular production.  This week we are performing amidst the breathtaking beauty of Gloucester Cathedral.  The first night was not perfect but it was so moving.  It will get better and better as we become familiar with the new and very complex staging.

The second night was “visually stunning, music just right, costumes and lighting spectacular ~ colourful, vibrant and flowing, stage crew and props slick” according to the audience.  It felt amazing to perform in such a show and in such a setting.  Can’t wait for tonight!

I will post a video when we are finished the run, but for now here are some pictures from rehearsals.  Enjoy!

Cacophony

Cheering throngs gather

Cheering throngs gather

Cheering throngs gather

In Messianic fervour

Fronds fall at His feet

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Calling for His death

Crowds that cheered Him now decry

Innocent, He’ll die

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Three times he denied

The master he followed. And

The rooster crowed twice

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“Barabbas!” they cry

A callous cacophony

Convicts the wrong man

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Orthodox cross

Orthodox cross

Forsaken by friends

He hangs dying on a cross

Forgiveness His gift

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No stone left unturned.

In the harrowing of hell

All sins are exposed

I am in the Gloucester Mystery Plays this Easter , which will be performed in Gloucester and Worcester Cathedrals.  While I only have a small part I have found the whole experience extremely moving.  Indeed the professional and semi professional actors involved are so good that they have brought the whole story to life for me and given my faith a much needed boost.   It is mainly down to the professionalism and commitment of Sheila Mander, the producer.

Mystery plays were the foundation of the modern theatre.  Developing between the 10th and 16th century, they portrayed key stories from the Bible in an accessible way for people who had not heard or read the stories before.  The dramatic productions appealed to all types and ages of people.

Gloucester mystery Plays have taken these stories to a new level with a modern interpretation of the ancient texts.  The language is modern while the actions and rhythms of the original are faithfully captured.  There is also wonderful original music and singing.

These Mystery Plays will be bold, colourful, joyful, sad, dramatic, thought provoking and challenging.  They tell the story of the life of Jesus as an adult right up to the Last Judgement.   Hopefully they will leave the audiences deeply moved.

I can’t wait to tell you how good it was after Easter!

Gloucester Mystery Play

Gloucester Mystery Play

Mystery Play at Worcester Cathedral

Mystery Play at Worcester Cathedral

Worcester Cathedral

Worcester Cathedral (Photo credit: JmGpHoToS)

Gloucester, England

Gloucester, England (Photo credit: Nigel’s Europe)

The Paper Church

This post is inspired by the Haiku Heights prompt “Origami”.

When I was a child I was really impressed by the string of paper dolls my dad could make by cutting or tearing a folded newspaper.

Fondly he folded

Paper people holding hands

Fragile family

patterns to cut out for a chain of paper people

patterns to cut out for a chain of paper people

And, when I was teaching I used to love making paper shapes with the children as part of maths lessons.  By the time they were in top juniors as it was then, the children had progressed to making dodecahedrons which they decorated beautifully and hung from the ceiling.

Dodecahedron

Dodecahedron

But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that it was possible to make houses, garages and even a church out of paper.  However, that and more, has now been done.

You may remember the dreadful earthquake that hit the Kobe region of Japan in 1995.  6,434 lost their lives.  After the earthquake there were literally thousands of people made homeless.  They needed shelter which could be erected quickly and cheaply.  The architect Shigeru Ban designed a paper church/community centre.  Made entirely out of paper donated by companies, it was erected in 5 weeks by about 160 volunteers from local churches. The church was called Takatori after the original church which had been destroyed by the earthquake.

The church measured 10 metres by 15 metres and had 58 paper tubes in an elliptical pattern inside an outer skin of corrugated polycarbonate sheets.

The church was intended to be temporary but it was used as a homeless shelter and church for 10 years before it was dismantled and moved to Taiwan in 2005.

Takatori Church

Shaken and shattered

Kobe’s homeless sought shelter

In a paper church

 

Takatori Church

Takatori Church

 Kobe Luminarie

Silent and serene

A city of lights springs up

And hope shines out

Takatori Catholic Church, Hyogo, Japan. Design...

Takatori Catholic Church, Hyogo, Japan. Designed by Shigeru Ban. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Springtime

The weather is so beautiful today and Spring is so exquisite that I just have to repeat a quote from Thomas Traherne  the 17th century Poet & Mystic

“Heaven! is not that an Endless Sphere
Where all thy Treasures and thy Joys appear?
If that be Heaven it is Evrywhere

Heaven surely is a State and not a Place
To be in Heaven’s to be full of Grace
Heaven is wherever we see God’s face.”

I recently took a walk in Painswick to see the snowdrops at the Rococo Gardens.  By the lake children were playing and birds were singing.  The sky was blue and the soft breeze blowing through the trees was chilly but welcome.  The snowdrops were beautiful and the company was great.  It is one of those special places, a sacred space filled with peace and natural beauty, which justify Traherne’s words.

Breeze

This post is inspired by haiku Heights prompt word “Breeze”.

On of my favourite places is London.  There is nothing so inspiring as the city skyline viewed from the South Bank of the Thames on a summer’s evening.  Imagine feeling a gentle breeze drifting over the river at sunset and listening to the birds singing in nearby trees ~ magical!  Do click on my link to hear the fabulous Glenn Miller Band playing one of my favourite songs ~ the inspiration for this haiku ~ with a nod to one of my favourite poets too ~Thomas Hardy.

Nightingales

Nightingale Nightingale

As gentle breezes blow

Nightingales in bushes sing

Sublime serenade

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 One of my favourite times of year in the Vale of Evesham and generally in the Cotswold, is Spring, when the blossom covers the fruit trees and the ornamental cherry is out.

 Boughs bend to the breeze

Covering the earth in a

Blanket of blossom

 

Watching butterflies

Their beauty borne on the breeze

Children barely breathe

 

There are times when a gentle breeze can have a powerful effect, as can a still small voice.

Gazing on Taize

Sunflowers bow to the breeze

And my spirit soars

I will never forget the time I went to Taize.  In the 1940s Roger Schutz was appalled by the violence and suffering he saw across Europe.  Throughout the war years, he sheltered political refugees, especially Jews, whom he helped cross the border into Switzerland from the occupied region of France.  He began to develop the idea of a community based on mutual understanding and respect for all.  He found a suitable site at Taize near Cluny in the Burgundy region of France and on Palm Sunday of 1948, seven men took monastic vows.  They dedicated their lives to working and praying for ‘outsiders’ of all kinds; especially those living in extremes of poverty, hunger, or disease.  Taize is now famous for its gentle and powerful worship built on meditation through repetitive chants, a model of worship which has spread around the world.  Brother Roger’s work continues; to bring reconciliation, unity and peace to all the peoples of the world. www.taize.fr

There is a beautiful icon of Mary in the Church of Reconciliation in Taize.  I would recommend anyone who travels to France to make a detour so that they can spend some time there and see this Icon.
Icon of Madonna and child from the chapel at Taize Icon of Madonna and child from the chapel at Taize
When I went to Taize one summer I had an amazing experience.   I stood alone in a field full of sunflowers, at the foot of the hill looking up towards the church, as a gentle breeze blew.  The wind caused the flowers to bend and the sound they made was so strange.   It reminded me strongly of the beautiful words of one of my favourite hymns:
 Be still for the presence of the Lord
Be still for the presence of the Lord  The holy one is here
Come bow before him now  With reverence and fear
In him no sin is found  We stand on holy ground
Be still for the presence of the Lord  The holy one is here
Be still for the power of the Lord  Is moving in this place
He comes to cleanse and heal  To minister his grace
No work too hard for him  In faith receive from him
Be still for the power of the Lord  Is moving in this place

Inner Journey

The lion and the rabbit ~ like a lamb to the slaughter The lion and the rabbit ~ like a lamb to the slaughter

This morning I read an excellent post http://merlinspielen.com/2013/02/20/count-down-26-days-left/ which got me thinking.  Why do I write what I write?

I realised that for me it is, and has been for many years, an important part of coping with my journey through life.  Like everyone I have had ups and downs, good experiences and bad.  Probably the worst time of my life was when I was only 5 years old in the early 1950s.  After a serious illness and a long spell in hospital I was considered too weak to go home, so was sent to a convalescent home miles away from the city in which I lived.  It was in the depths of the countryside during the worst case of Myxomatosis this country has ever seen.  There were dead rabbits everywhere with their eyes bulging.  A terrifying sight for a 5 year old on our daily compulsory constitutional walks in the forest.  In those days it was not considered a good idea for parents to visit their children in case it distressed them, so I was effectively abandoned for months on end to what I considered to be hell on earth.

I am sure the staff were only doing their jobs; but some were quite sadistic and the cruel discipline and force feeding I endured there will stay with me forever, and is still the stuff of my nightmares.  I had to develop an alternative, inner life in order to stay sane and survive.  So I became adept at switching my feelings off and pretending to be somewhere else as I went through those long winter months.    When I eventually was taken home I discovered that my mother had a new baby, my adored grandmother had died, and I was a totally different person to the child I had been before my illness and convalescence.  I felt as if I didn’t fit in to the family any longer, and I have felt pretty much like a fish out of water ever since.

As an adult I started going on pilgrimages to find healing and peace, which I did.  But I also found a great deal more.  I found acceptance from the people I met, and I learned how to find deep joy in the simplest of things.  This has been my salvation and is the reason I call my blog “heavenhappens”.   It really does!  I look for the sacred in the everyday things around me and I find it; I wonder at the variety and beauty in all the different parts of the world; I look for and believe in, the essential goodness at the heart of most people.  Then I write poems, stories, haiku, or make drawings or collages about it.  They give my life meaning and purpose now that I am retired, and bring me a great deal of pleasure.

This is the closest I have ever got to explaining myself to the world and I don’t think it will happen again so thank you merlinspielen for the opportunity!

Just today I have been given the opportunity to go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, if I am meant to go I will be there in May this year.  Maybe I will write another post about some of the places I have been on Pilgrimage but for now I will finish with some photos which to me show that heavenhappens x

Dusk ~ Haiku

This post is inspired by Haiku Heights prompt “Dusk”.

When daylight departs

Choirs gather to sing Vespers,

Most ancient of prayers.

After I retired from teaching, one of the jobs I did was running an after school creche for children at King’s School in Gloucester.  This was a delight and a privilege as the school is set in the grounds of Gloucester Cathedral to which it is attached.  The children were cared for and amused until 6pm or whenever their parents picked them up.  During this time we could hear the choir singing Evensong or Vespers which they do daily at 5.15pm.  It is a beautiful time of day when the sun is going down, the body clock is slowing down, and children need to unwind.  Nothing could be better than to relax to the sound of well trained choristers singing their thanks for the day before their evening meal.

While I was at King’s, the Cathedral was being used as the setting for a part of the Harry Potter film.  The playground of the Junior school was filled with enormous luxury camper vans in which the crew and stars stayed.  We often saw them, and some of the King’s pupils were even used as extras in the film.   The local BBC recorded the events:

Gloucester’s historic cathedral cloisters were transformed into the corridors of Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the films of JK Rowling’s first two books – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.  There was the strictest of security to keep out the curious world’s press while filming took place – but now some of the movie-makers’ secrets can be revealed.  In fact there is a Harry Potter trail at the Cathedral which visitors can follow and there are still signs of Hogwarts to spot!

Let there be (hidden) lights

Hidden light-switch
Spot the hidden electrics

All modern signs, locks and electrics had to be disguised under panels painted to look like the stone walls. There are cunningly concealed electric light switches inside the East Cloister door?

Harry Potter and the Hidden Haloes

For the films anything that would give away the set as a church had to disappear. The haloes on the stained glass figures in the cloister windows were painstakingly covered with coloured plastic filter paper to blend in with the surrounding glass.

One window has figures of Adam and Eve, and because these might have been in shot in the movies, they were given clothes and even the trademark Harry Potter ‘lightning flash’ on their foreheads!

Harry Potter and the Buried Tombs

Stained glass windows
These figures of Adam and Eve were ‘dressed’ and given forehead marks like Harry’s

There are nearly 100 tombstones on the cloister floors which had to be disguised during filming.

They were covered with roofing felt, which was then painted, marked, polished, varnished and made to look faded to match the rest of the stone-flagged floor.

Water Wizardry in Dark Entry

The red door in Dark Entry, at the north-eastern corner of the cloisters, was where the flood from the girls toilets was filmed.

Dark Entry doorway
The Dark Entry doorway

Water from a tanker parked in the road outside was pumped through the doorway, into a huge specially constructed container and out to a drain in the Garth (the cloister’s central garden).

Written in Blood

The wall by Dark Entry is where panelling, made in the studio to look just like the stone walling, was hung with the chilling message in ‘blood’ – really a film-maker’s magic potion – that read: The Chamber of Secrets has been opened – enemies of the heir BEWARE!

The Poltergeist’s Cut

In Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, Rik Mayall, as playful poltergiest Peeves, set all the broomsticks zooming about in the East Cloister walk.

Unfortunately the scene was one of several that ended up on the cutting room floor because the film had to be cut to a manageable length.

Troll Terror in the Lavatorium

Lavatorium
Harry and Ron hid in the Lavatorium

The Lavatorium on the left hand side of the North walk (yes, it’s really called that – and it wasn’t the ancient Abbey monks’ loo but the place they washed) is where Harry and Ron hide from a giant troll behind the pillars.

The troll in the film is mainly computer-generated, but huge legs were used in filming to make it look more realistic – so big that there was some difficulty in getting them in through the cathedral’s massive main doors!

Harry by Gaslight

For filming the cloister walks were lit by special gas-fired torches using a special gas that would not harm the ancient stonework.

The Gryffindor Door

As you come to the end of the West Walk the oddly-named West Slype door is on your right. A slype is the name for a covered passage from a church or monastery cloister.

The West Slype doorway
The West Slype doorway

In the films it was made to look smaller by means of a plastic mould placed over the real doorway, with a hinged portrait of the Fat Lady in front of it, and became the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.

In real life steps lead down from the other side of the doorway but more film wizardry was used to make it look like the common room.

A false floor on stilts was built sloping slightly upwards to a backlit screen with a picture of the common room – a film-making device called a translight.

 

Fractured families ~ Haiku

These haiku are written for this week’s prompt at haiku Heights which is the word “Death”

Woodpecker on  gravestone

Woodpecker on gravestone

The Boy

Fragile and different

Defeated by the bullies

He jumped to his death

The girl

Remnants of ribbons

And fading flowers weep, where she

Fell to her death

The father

The death of his son

Drove him to despair.  Destroyed,

His life he ended.

The cemetery

Lawned garden of grief

Compassion carved into stone

Too late to show love

Small Stones 6 ~ New Journals

Full Journal 2012

Full Journal 2012

Hard back now broken

Skin leathered, wrinkled and worn

Soul spilled on the page

Having tidied away the decorations, cleaned the house and washed the dog and her bedding this weekend,  it is now time to sort out my boxes of journals.  The one above is a much used notebook from 2012.  The yellow leather binding is worn, the ribbon is frayed and the pages are falling out.  In fact it looks a bit like I feel;  but inside it, the essence of me is distilled.

On a sea of ink

I sail to oblivion

In a paper boat

Do you remember the feeling you used to get every September when school started?  Everything was new ~ uniform, pens, pencils, rulers, rubbers, sharpeners, geometry equipment, art materials and virginal exercise books covered in pretty paper.  Whatever had happened the previous term, the new school year was filled with hope for a fresh start, a clean sheet, a  copybook with no blots!

Well I got that feeling when I opened my Christmas presents and found a beautiful new journal.  It is from the Wedgewood Archive Collection and the design is called Yellow Butterfly.  Of course one journal is never enough for the addicted writer so  this year I have bought 2 other journals in the sales!  I am torn as to which one to start writing in first, they are all so beautiful.

Three new journals for 2013

Three new journals for 2013

On pristine pages

Bound with butterflies and birds

I journal my journey

Trawling the depths of

meandering memories

In rivers of words