Author: Ian Trimnell

Be open to the night… Pray with open hand, not with clenched fist… Shapes loom out of the darkness, uncertain and unclear: but the hooded stranger on horseback emerging from the mist need not be assumed to be the bearer of ill… The night is large and full of wonders… Lord Dunsany Good evening and welcome...

Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Do not search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is...

Simple joys are holy By Donovan Leitch  If you want your dream to be Take your time, go slowly Do few things but do them well Heartfelt work grows purely If you want to live life free Take your, time go slowly Do few things but do them well Heartfelt work grows purely Day by day,...

Georgic By Michael Prior  This is the landscape I was made for, where the work is a word half-recalled, unpronounceable without practice, or a story in which my great-grandfather tends a strawberry farm in a small town beside the Pacific: the rotting mulch, the suck of mud on a boot, vines’ frost-stunted fruit; the way the...

I am not here to pass judgement or point the finger at anyone. My name was written in the sand as one who is forgiven. Strengthened with hope, impervious to shame, I will walk freely like the freshness of the dry lands after rain. Let light spill out of heaven through my life, dispelling mediocrity and...

GET ORGANISED! By Douglas Malloch There may be nothing wrong with you, The way you live, the work you do, But I can very plainly see, Exactly what is wrong with me. It isn’t that I’m indolent, Or dodging duty by intent; I work as hard as anyone, And yet I get so little done. The...

Once you’ve heard a child cry out   to heaven for help, and go unanswered, nothing’s ever the same again. Nothing.  Even God changes.  But there is a healing hand at work that cannot be deflected from its purpose. I just can’t make sense of it, other than to cry. Those tears are part of what...

If I chose to hide you away,   it is for a reason. I have brought you to this place. Drink in the silence.   Seek solitude.  Listen to the silence.  It will teach you. It will build strength Let others share it with you. It is little to be found elsewhere.  Silence will speak more to...

Whichever way we turn, O God, there is Your face in the light of the moon and patterns of stars, in sacred mountain rifts and ancient groves, in mighty seas and creatures of the deep. Whichever way we turn, O God, there is Your face in the light of eyes we love, in the salt of...

In the present moment By Anne Morrow Lindbergh Hurry is an unpleasant thing in itself, but also very unpleasant for whoever is around it. Some people came into my room and rushed in and rushed out and even when they were there they were not there – they were in the moment ahead or the moment behind.  Some people who came in...

Let everything that has life, let everything that has breath give all the glory and honour and praise to the One who overcame death. Let every living thing sing of the mercies of our God. Let us exalt Him wherever we live with thanksgiving and joy in our hearts. If we don’t praise Him, the mountains...

To be nothing Is to consent to being a simple creature. This is the place of encounter with “I AM that I Am.” When there is no more “me, myself, or mine,” Only “I AM” remains. Then the “I” may fall away, Leaving just the AM. . . .  Thomas Keating, “Out of Nothing” Good evening and...