Tag Archives: TS Eliot

Vectors

Posted on June 14, 2024 by lesleyjonesberry

We were at the wonderful How the Light Gets In (a Festival of Philosophy and Ideas) last month. I love this event, so I’m more than happy to put up with its minor discomforts. The campsite, I admit, is a … Continue reading →

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Glimpse

Posted on April 21, 2024 by lesleyjonesberry

Before we went on holiday, my mum would spend time trying to leave the house clean and tidy. She did this right down to the day of our departure and even in the last few minutes. I could not understand … Continue reading →

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Carpe Diem

Posted on December 30, 2023 by lesleyjonesberry

There is an old Fry and Laurie sketch, Shakespear (sic) Masterclass in which the pedagogic lecturer, Fry, employs fresh-faced actor, Hugh, to work on a passage from Troilus and Cressida: Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back,Wherein he … Continue reading →

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Keeping time

Posted on June 24, 2023 by lesleyjonesberry

I left St Paul’s Cathedral at about ten minutes to 8 after a service of Choral Evensong, followed by a mindfulness session and the opportunity to walk the labyrinth installed under the dome:  the Chartres design printed on heavy canvas … Continue reading →

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Work in Progress

Posted on November 27, 2022 by lesleyjonesberry

Sometimes it seems I am just beginning to learn how to live:  that, until now, I have muddled through by accident.  As a child I recall grown ups saying “if only I knew then what I know now…”, which I … Continue reading →

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Recovery

Posted on July 22, 2022 by lesleyjonesberry

The word that came to mind was recover.  And I hesitated, to become sure of what it means.  Recover can be read two ways:  to heal, or to replace a protective layer.  Difficult as things are, I don’t want the … Continue reading →

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The Mad Woman in the Attic

Posted on January 2, 2022 by lesleyjonesberry

Sometimes I dream of being in a familiar house, opening a door and finding a forgotten room. This is a common dream theme, a recurrent trope. The discovery brings with it with a strange small mis-step lurch of emotion: how … Continue reading →

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Things Unseen

Posted on March 29, 2020 by lesleyjonesberry

And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. TS Eliot, Burnt Norton. Venice must be exquisitely beautiful at the moment. The resident population is low, so the streets will be so … Continue reading →

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Kneeling where prayer has been valid

Posted on May 17, 2019 by lesleyjonesberry

On Good Friday we went to St Paul’s Cathedral for Matins.  It’s a formal choral service, dominated by sung psalms, anthems and responses,  creating a context for the congregation to dwell in the music, the mood, the building.  For me, … Continue reading →

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Quick now, here, now, always.

Posted on December 2, 2016 by lesleyjonesberry

Moving to London meant leaving my job – obviously – and I am searching for work.  Writing applications is laborious (oh, the irony that hunting for work is itself hard work) and disquieting.  I cannot know how long this process … Continue reading →

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