May We Within the Temple of Our Own Hearts Dwell*

At some time in the past our local village, Allendale, was dubbed the centre of England. But that honour has now been claimed by Haltwhistle. It is a fairly ordinary looking place, neat with a couple of places to drink tea, a couple of shops for groceries, a revamped post office. Under the surface however more is going on.

Back in the summer a couple of our monks were invited to set up a publicity stall with photographs and leaflets of the monastery. This was part of a larger event put on to inform the judges of the Calor Village of the Year Award about what’s available in the area.

Only recently did I hear that Allendale won!

Here is what they say: “The Calor Village of the Year competition is a great opportunity for rural communities to celebrate their vibrant and dynamic community spirit. This year we were privileged to visit five villages across England that did this in spades. I was so impressed by the energy, passion and leadership of these rural entrepreneurs – they love their communities. They managed to pack their village halls with literally hundreds of different people, activities, societies and community groups; at times there was hardly enough room for the judges. These villages successfully demonstrated their huge wealth of community spirit and determination to make their communities confident, cohesive and special places to live. The Plunkett Foundation believes in dynamic, vibrant and inspiring rural communities. We need to support the wealth of talent and local leadership that is still thriving deep within our rural villages and towns, as so ably demonstrated by the finalists in this year’s Calor Village of the Year competition.”

Mean while over on Teeside, Middlesborough has a claim all of its own. “the worst place to live in the UK”. At least one reader tells me he is glad the place of his youth has some kind of claim to fame.

And as if this isn’t enough over at Lonely Planet they are talking about the North East as one of their must visit, must-see destinations in England and have dedicated a chapter about us: The book praises North East England, describing it as “the most exciting, beautiful and friendly region in the whole of England,” with the region’s rejuvenated cities, fascinating history as well as the dramatic Northumberland wilderness identified among the region’s biggest draws.

Which all goes to show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and entirely dependent on who is looking, why, and what at!

*This is a line from a scripture we sing in the evenings. Just a reminder of where to live, and make ones home.

Bright Spirit

Lunch in Newcastle with a retired Chinese female paramedic from Malaysia. But before that a visit to an English funeral directors to deliver an empty ash urn. My companion took a healthy interest in our funereal arrangements, briskly scouting out the chapels of rest and the hearses. Modern sleek and shining, we have those. Horse and carriage with black feather plumes, humm. Motorbike and coffin side-car? No comment. Total incomprehension!

With the bemused secretary escorting us out my friend spoke matter-of-fact about ambulance driving and the one time she took out the fire engine. Because there was nobody else to drive it, and then fighting the fire too. Might as well help out.

The day continued in a free flowing, free wheeling way. In and out of Chinese supermarkets. Thankfully no mournful fish eyes gazing out of crinkly packets. A pit stop for lunch and chop stick practice. Then onwards to shop for an early Chinese New Year present. It was an exhilarating day out, she’d say we went outstation. Just one of the many expressions I reconnected with from my time in Malaysia, June 2005.

Best of all was reconnecting with the energy and bright spirit of Chinese Buddhism.

Light on Broken-ness

Ring the bells that still can ring,


forget your perfect offering,


there’s a crack in everything,


that’s how the light gets in.

Pictures taken today at Fountains Abbey. There is more information on the official web site too.

The Leonard Cohen poem came on a card from somebody who recently fell and broke her foot. …and while I wouldn’t have directly chosen this time of broken-ness, I am learning so much through it.

Food for the Sick and the Thirsty


The altar set ready for the Feeding of the Hungry Ghosts ceremony held yesterday in Edmonton, Canada.

Nearly everybody has left after the retreat here at Throssel. This email arrived just now with news of a returning friend:
Dear Rev Mugo, Yes she arrived safe this afternoon complete with streaming cold. I have packed her off to bed with inhalations, chest rubbed with essential oils, lem-sip and hot lemon and honey so hopefully she will sleep well.

Thankfully I still have a supply of ColdFX, Edmonton’s own answer to fighting off colds. It really works too.
Many thanks to Michael for the photograph.

Old Friends

Taking a trip
down memory lane.
Many old friends
gathered together.

These are the people
who I’m responsible to.
My heart is gladdened
to see so many again.

Crutches, a cast
fresh faces, liquid eyes.
Deep smiles and
sad tales to tell.

For a long week-end
together to sit.
To yarn and then…
they are gone home.

Uma who died about a month ago watches the snowy hillside from her vantage point.