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Longdendale Valley Walk

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Living here for over a decade, I have long thought that Psalm 23 is the psalm for this Valley. The valley stretches from the village of Hadfield up towards Woodhead Pass and is occupied by a chain of reservoirs built over 150 years ago to provide a water supply to Manchester. If you have ever taken the A628 you will have travelled along it but there are quieter parts and calmer places in the valley. I often walk and pray here and psalm 23 is often in my mind when I do.

The Lord is my Shepherd
The valley is a sheep place. They are all around in the fields and escapees are sometimes on the road as well. As I sit listening I can hear a Shepherd working the nearby flock with his dog: ‘come by’ he calls.

I shall not want. He makes me walk in green pastures and leads me by still waters and restores my soul, guiding my steps on the right paths
The walk today is along part of the Longdendale Trail, a disused railway line, and back along the otherside of the reservoirs: Rhodeswood, Valehouse and Bottoms. There are green pastures and still waters a plenty. Walking is one of my preferred activities and I do find it restorative providing a rhythm to help me stop ruminating on things running round my head.

Even when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall not be afraid for you are with me
After a short detour from my usual path I come across the entrance to an old tunnel under the line of the old railway. It is lined with stone marked by grafitti, and the entrance is mossy and surrounded by brambles. I have not been here before. As I enter the tunnel, which of course is dark, I notice it slopes downwards. I can see the light at the end and more brambles framing the other entrance.

Your rod and staff they comfort me
I step into the tunnel and use my stick to help me to negotiate the dark and slightly slippery route to the other end. The sound of it tapping on the stones echoes back to me in a reassuring way.

You have prepared a table in the presence of my enemies and filled my cup to the brim
Just before the tunnel I stopped at a tea shop. I’ve not been to it before although it has been open a while. It is an old farmhouse and there is a terrace of inviting tables. I choose a toasted tea cake oozing with melted butter and feel very welcome. A glass of cold tap water, made up of those minuscule molecules on which all life depends, completes my banquet.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life and I shall live in God’s house forever.
A few late speckled wood Butterflies dance along the path. Faded with fraying wings, they signal that summer really is ending. The heather has finished blooming and whilst the foliage is mostly still green, here and there rusty spikes of dock and browned bracken frame the path heralding the next season. I will enjoy walking this way again with the vault of the sky above me and the well trodden path beneath my feet, remembering this Psalm, amongst others.

In our coming and our going
The Peace of God

New timetable, same Hours

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It’s week two of term and we’re gradually getting the hang of the new timetable. It means slight changes in timing of some beginnings and endings during the school day. It also means some changes about who comes to chapel and when.
Before school we still have our short chapel service for senior school year groups. This service lasts about ten minutes and is the way we start the day. Sometimes there’s a short lunchtime chapel usually for younger age groups. New this year is an afternoon chapel for Juniors in the middle of the week.
From my first day at school seven years ago, I introduced the idea the Remembered Bible (RB) which is an oral strategy of biblical retelling. This results in conversations about the Bible at various times and in different places not confined to chapel.

The other foundation of our chapel activity comes from patterns shared in communities old and newer. To have worship together in the morning is something common to many communities, as are the lunchtime offices. Now we have added an end of afternoon gathering which is another common time for worship together. To stand at the door in the morning, at lunchtime or the end of the afternoon and smile or speak to the young people as the leave chapel is a moment that makes my spirit soar. There may be a new timetable to get the hang of but we share these Hours with many other communities and that is a good feeling.

On our school and on our working
The help of God

Even the dogs

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‘Even the dogs have a better life’ said a 17 year old Syrian refugee currently living in The Jungle camp in Calais in a news interview today.

Even the dogs get the crumbs:
A warm hearth, food and love.
Even the dogs are valued more,
Receive care, get exercise.
Even the dogs are treated better
Than some human beings:
From baskets and biscuits
To tuxedos, treats and toys,
fancy dress costumes and games:
Some dogs have all the luck.

We who walk dogs need to walk a day in your shoes.
We who sit at the table need to consider what life is like under the table.

Table-wise God,
Change us to people
Who warmly give refuge rather than reject the refuge seekers.

Staff prayers

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The academic year begins with staff prayers. This is a short service in chapel at the beginning of the first of our two staff training days before full term begins. It provides us an opportunity to meet together, remember the Bible together and connect our interpretations to the world around us and pray together.
Today I mentioned some episodes from my walk along the Cleveland Way last month (http://cleveland2016.blogspot.co.uk/). My visit to Saltburn included the building that housed Silcoates school from 1904-1908 when the school was in exile, the building in Wakefield having burnt down. I also mentioned the Saltburn war memorial on which there are included two names from our own WW1 roll of honour.
Then there was a reminder of the way we remember the Gospel, recalling and retelling the stories and applying them to our current context. Today we used the phrase ‘the road to’ in order to recall stories of Jesus’ continuing presence with his first disciples after the resurrection. There was the road to Emmaus, in which two disciples later recognise that Jesus had walked and eaten with them. There was also the road to Damascus, relevant to our remembering the children of Syria, present to us through media reports and images.
We have a role as peacemakers, both in our prayers today and in what we do to nurture and develop the children and young people we work with so that they too may take up that role now and in the future.

A prayer for each other

From day one to everyday
From the first day to the last day,
May our minds be focused,
May we think, plan and act
In accordance with the values we share
And as we journey together
May we support and encourage one another,
As we too are encouraged
By the recognition of the Spirit
Present in each one here.

Postcard from Stanbrook Abbey

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‘So are you a nun then?’ a woman asked me as I sat in the grounds of Byland Abbey in North Yorkshire. Maybe that’s not an unreasonable question unless you know it’s been a ruin since is was ‘dissolved’ by Henry VIII. After all you do see a few Religious about in these parts with Ampleforh and Stanbrook nearby. I saw two monks in the tea shop and I understand from an Ampleforth student they visit the local pubs too, bit like Jesus really.

But I’m not a nun by the usual definitions. Not poverty, chastity or obedience or any habit to speak of, although I do have my Benedictine tendencies, which explains something of why I was on retreat at Stanbrook. They started when I was in my mid twenties and searching my own vocation. A kindly Essex vicar, having heard my muddled and tear stained story, suggested a retreat at St Mary’s Abbey, West Malling, in Kent. It’s an Anglican Benedictine house and wonderfully welcoming. As soon as I arrived in the guest house I felt at home with its prayer window into the Gate House chapel. I learnt about the hours and how to do lectio divina, both of which are still the foundation of my daily life in my Reformed way.

A retreat doesn’t have to be highly structured. Just going to the services can be a calming and renewing experience. Lavinia Byrne, a Catholic Religious I knew, once wrote ‘When you’re very extroverted, as I am, you need periods of quiet, otherwise you go into orbit. I suppose in chapel I was getting out of orbit’.

Like her I need that too, and I often find it in the school chapel during the school day, but once a year I take a weeks retreat to ‘get out of orbit’ a bit. At Stanbrook, a Catholic Benedictine house, a sister puts the service sheet for the hours out on the table for me to pick up, marking up the correct pages for Lauds at 7.30m on Bede’s Day (25th May), as it’s a bit more complicated. Bede (673-735), a monastic of the north, wanted us to know ‘of God’ rather than ‘about God’; a good priority in these missionary days. Vespers are in Latin so translation is provided. Joining in is a silent thing for the most part, as the chants are not known to me, although there are also some spoken bits. My favourite service of the day is Compline, before night fall, with the Nunc Dimitis, blessing before sleep and the Great Silence, which is kept until the next morning. On Wednesday evening it is my favourite Psalm, 139 in our psalter (138 in theirs). I let the words flow around me and seep into me, mending the bits that have recently got broken, soothing the older wounds again, reassuring me. And of course alarming me: the ending is quite blood thirsty but then the psalms are like that, timeless prayers for every day, at least if you are a Benedictine.

My retreat this year is another period of discernment. It’s something all of us should continually attend to: where is God calling me? After a period of 5 years service as a school chaplain, do I continue there or do I look elsewhere? What does the still small voice have to say about it? In many ways the chaplaincy work seems unfinished, but then in most situations there is more that could be done. I read about lots of other Religious women trying to understand their vocations. Most did not appear all that obedient, their views and beliefs often at odds with official versions. As a Daughter of Dissent, I seem to be in good company.

Helen Waddell wrote about some unfinished work; she was tired and uncertain about whether to continue. After some thought and reflection including a service she had attended and prayer that had been offered there, she came to the conclusion that she should finish the work she had started, whatever it was. She wrote to her sister, Meg, saying ‘I have begun to feel a kind of rustling amongst the leaves’ . Stanbrook is set in lovely woodland, with many paths to follow through the trees. In May everywhere is beautifully carpeted with wild flowers providing a strong connection to Creation in this sustainable Abbey. They also make chocolate.

Psalm 139 ends with ‘See that I follow not the wrong path’. I take my Benedictine tendencies and my Reformed ways with me and I get on the bus back to York. ‘Are you nun then?’ Sort of, in much the same way as this is a sort of postcard.

Janet Lees/May 2016

urls for retreats and Stanbrook lodges.

http://www.cottageguide.co.uk/crieflodges/

http://www.retreats.org.uk

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