It makes sense – I’ll use my loaf

Is this the sun, 
condensed into a flower? 
Distant energy 
facilitates fine subdivision, 
mitochondrial machination 
building petal, 
and bower.

Sound struggles, beats on baffles beneath the strings. Sweet escape eludes then exudes mellifluously.
Pine needles, waft, scent air evoking place and season, sharp to unshod foot yet gentle olfaction, calms… relaxation.
Sensate to a feather brushing my cheek, soft, sensuous, soothing, like these sibilant characters typed on a page.
Childhood memories evoked as yeast, after millennia waiting, interacts in the present tense. Air carries intense anticipation of taste across the park, use my loaf, collect my daily bread.
AnDrew Pratt 8/2/2021

Preaching or lecturing…a thought from David Hockney

If someone reads a lecture and you’re in the audience, you ask yourself why you’re there – you might as well have just read it yourself. But someone delivering a talk with an interest and an enthusiasm, that’s the difference, isn’t it? The audience can tell you’re enthusiastic from the tone of your voice. (Hockney)

From ‘Spring cannot be cancelled’ p220 (Kindle) p240 (HB)

I wonder if preaching is like that…a conversation with the listener. Doesn’t delivery matter as much as content? How you say it says a lot about how much it matters to you. And by implication, how much it should matter to the listener. (AP)

Rwanda and Asylum and the Methodist Church

If you should wonder at the response of the Methodist Church to the deportation of people to Rwanda please read this letter from our President and Vice-President in April –