Monthly Archives: December 2016

Then End Is Where We Start From

Originally posted on Life Beyond Books:
In “Little Gidding” from The Four Quartets, T. S. Eliot writes: What we call the beginning is often the endAnd to make an end is to make a beginning.The end is where we start…

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New Year’s Eve

Pink dawn fingers the grey bark on the maple trees along the frost-heaved stone wall. I see it through the kitchen window. Next to the window hangs a calendar already turned to January, although we haven’t yet lived the last … Continue reading

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Remembering high-flyers in 2016

Several articles talk of it in a census kind of way – the entertainers who died in 2016, but we know that in fact it wasn’t so much entertaining that makes us miss them as the way their lives inspire … Continue reading

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Conflict Transformation — for African immigrants in Italy

In October 2016 Lance Muteyo and Daniel Buttry visited Southern Italy on the invitation of Crispinus Ouma Pamba a Kenyan immigrant in Italy. They did a series of Conflict Transformation workshops with African immigrants who come to Europe through the … Continue reading

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Improv on THE END OF IT – the final scene in Charles Dickens’ Christmas Carol

“Yes! and the bedpost is my own. The bed and the room are my own. Best and happiest of all, the time was … well, either one day or three hundred and sixty five days! What an abundance – either … Continue reading

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Blessings for Christmas from South Africa and Aotearoa

Beverley Osborn of Aotearoa sent this her Christmas card:  Eight hundred years ago, Hildegarde of Bingen said, “Every creature glistens and glitters as a mirror of divinity.” After a night of storms — sleep broken by the sound of lashing … Continue reading

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Christmas comes, 2016

Christmas comes to Maria and Iris and Rosa waiting for deportation at the Strafford County House of Correction, and ninety-seven year old Helen in hospice who used to jump with a parachute until she was eighty. It comes to the … Continue reading

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