What you see

Can you hear the cry of the city?

‘ Big Issue ‘

‘ Big Issue ‘

Is the cry of the street vendor and they are right, there are so many Big Issues.  And Yet,  There is a way of walking in the city, purposeful, focussed, absent.  Does the ‘Shelter Cymru’ fund-raiser, (with the red bib and clipboard) make this even more ironic?  As dogs with their companions occupy vacant doorways – how many there are, yet how silent the city.  Gangs of smokers lurk at back entrances to offices, the new staff room.  Eager concert goers queue by the Taff.  Families set out blankets on Bute Park and the campaign against greed, blankets, sleeping bags, dread-locks, wakes up in the grounds of the Castle.  Big Society?  Not until all belong it won’t be.  How quiet it is as joggers go round, allotments grow, leather hits willow, and ordinands study in Llandaf.  The cry of the street vendor muffled, diminished by the walls – so many walls.

The butterfly effect

Has anyone seen a butterfly yet?

I saw a Red  Admiral drifting over some crocuses in my garden on February 16.

Pure existence.
Pure presence, out on the hunt for nectar, a familiar pastime that we have all engaged in.
And I thought there it was free, much freer than I in so many ways.

Do butterflies worry about repaying their mortgage, do they worry at all?
Do butterflies have to drive to the supermarket?
Do butterflies have to contend with the glories of teenage children?
Do butterflies have to write sermons, wash up, buy new socks?
Butterflies never fall out with Bishops, or have to take a bus when there are engineering works on the line.

Butterflies don’t have to fill in tax returns or endure sea sickness.

I know, as Darwin knew, that butterflies have other trials and tribulations, but they are no greater or lesser than ours they are just different.

By Peter Owen Jones.  See the full Text and be inspired at Christian Ecology Link