But this has been an unexpectedly, and unremittingly, grim week.
The snow we woke up to this morning seemed most apt.
The silence. The sense of waiting.
The meditation has been put on hold.
Too much stuff in my head for now.
And given that my zaku meditation cushion seems to have morphed into a PS4 gaming chair
And is now a bit sticky
That may be a Good Thing
This Week I Have Mostly Been Reading
The tale of Peter, sent as a missionary to a newly colonised world, to bring the Word of God to the original inhabitants of the new world. Also the tale of his wife Bea, left behind on Earth to carry on with normal life whilst Peter follows his vocation.
Only “normal” quickly disappears in the wake of environmental and economic disasters and subsequent societal breakdown.
It is a fascinating portrayal of the difficulties and vicissitudes of a long distance relationship.
The selfishness that (otherwise caring, loving) people can exhibit when focused on their own goals.
At times (many times), this is a somewhat bleak treatment on the nature of faith.
How much of that faith is dependent on believing it is part of a reciprocal arrangement. “I’ll believe in you, if you’ll give me x,y and z in return”.
And how quickly that faith can crumble when the rewards aren’t forthcoming.
I loved the portrayal of the indigenous people. How they changed from an amorphous collective, into loveable individuals as Peter came to know them, live and work with them.
How in many ways their childlike faith was stronger, more uncompromising, than Peter and Beas.
The writing is excellent.
Next Week I Shall Mostly be Reading
The tale of a kick-ass librarian, sent to alternate realities to retrieve rare books and manuscripts.
How could I not read this?
Lara Croft, tome raider.