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Richard on May 20th, 2016

Ronald Blythe recalls a religious experience involving coffee SOFTLY drenching spring rains. In spite of them, I must mark where the honeysuckles cross the path: otherwise the mower will do its deadly work. There is nothing like getting soaked for a good cause. Geese whirr over from river to lake. Rhubarb is fit to pull. […]

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Richard on May 14th, 2016

How many of us could live up to high ideals, Ronald Blythe wonders SOME years ago, I was invited to re-edit a famous little book, George Herbert’s The Country Parson, because it was more than 300 years old and full of words that would puzzle today’s readers. It is a famous book, written in 1631 — very soon […]

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Richard on May 7th, 2016

A young man reminds Ronald Blythe of Dickens’s Marley WHEN Jesus told the rich young man to sell all he had, and give the proceeds to the poor, he was dealing with two kinds of hunger. One of them was the young man’s hunger for what we call “a life”. “Get a life,” we say. Jesus saw […]

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Richard on April 29th, 2016

Ronald Blythe reflects on St Paul’s words on loving and giving GEORGE HERBERT notes how “close, reserved and dark” we are when God asks for our heart. It came suddenly to mind when I remembered that it was on Quinquagesima Sunday that his coffin was placed on the floor of the little church at Bemerton […]

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Richard on April 22nd, 2016

Listening to the sounds of nature, Ronald Blythe is never lonely THE other day, I was asked to write a little introduction to a guide to “E. M. Forster country”: that quiet fragment of Hertfordshire where the novelist lived, and where he placed Howards End. I have lived most of my life in “Constable country”, that part of […]

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Richard on April 15th, 2016

Like St Francis, Ronald Blythe finds delight in Nature’s gifts I LIVE in bursts of extravagance, and what I believe is wild generosity, and in moments of stinginess. Whenever that is concerned, I am reminded of my friend Dennis, a cellist, who, cleaning out his aunt’s house, found a box labelled “Little bits of string too short […]

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Richard on April 8th, 2016

Ronald Blythe recalls seeing plough horses drink from his pond THE artist John Nash, who lived in my old farmhouse, was famously addicted to ponds. There are two of them here, one fore and one aft. “Never pass up a pond,” he would say to me. There are many black-and-white photos of the cleaning out of […]

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Richard on April 8th, 2016

Ronald Blythe finds delight in the writings of Julian of Norwich MOTHER JULIAN’s revelations of divine love remind me a little of those bones that emerged from a council car-park and on which a pile of later belief has been heaped. They had to be translated to be understood. She comes to my mind as I […]

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Richard on March 25th, 2016

Are we enjoying God’s world as we should, asks Ronald Blythe THE spring has come. It floods the church. A divine hand is at work in what we call our “local ecology”: that careful relationship between organism and environment. Recent disasters and mishaps have reminded us what occurs when we take too distracting or greedy a […]

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Richard on March 25th, 2016

Will the old farmhouse survive the wild wind, wonders Ronald Blythe WHEN I was a child in Suffolk we knew an old man, a retired miller, who still called the storm “a tempest”. “Did you hear the tempest last night?” he would ask. I did indeed, and, to a wild accompaniment of roaring trees as the […]

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