This is a sort of ‘beyond the yardarm’ moment through the window of where I’ve been staying in Fecamp for the last week. I’m going to miss it.
A little harbour town on the Normandy coast with its own unique flavour and history. Once a busy fishing port, and home to some talented boatbuilders, its local economy now relies on tourism and summer holidaymakers.
From walking around some, singing in the street on Saturday morning, going to a couple of cafes, and food shopping most days, who’s to say how I accurately I have gauged the mood? I get a taste of sadness common in many Northern European seaside towns that have outlived their original purpose. But like in many of them, there is also a resilient spirit and quiet wisdom….and plenty of laughter!
Being by the sea is its own reward.
Twice as a child we lived right by the sea, once in Broadstairs, Kent, and once in Gordon’s Bay, South Africa. Then at the time my daughter Ruby was born, in the early 90s, we lived for 3 years a couple of miles from the Devon coast. Now I’d like to be right by the sea again.
My new plan is to find some kind of home, near the sea somewhere. For now, I’ve got a nice rhythm at which my daily life unfolds. And it likes unfolding by the sea!
Tomorrow I leave for Belgium. I may well have yet another new plan next week, but I’m not abandoning this one.
‘If we will set our hearts on the discipline of prayer and give up the things that keep us from living wholly dependent on him, we will see God in action, recognize him at work, and have the courage to go out and proclaim his presence with great rejoicing.’
—from the book Who Does He Say You Are? Women Transformed by Christ in the Gospels by Colleen C. Mitchell
When I can, I go out walking. I could say I prefer to walk in remote natural environs, but in truth I just prefer to walk. We are where we are. For me, walking is the most natural state in which to pray. In motion. Just as the universe we are all part if is in motion, evolving and growing…not static.
I’m tired of my inclination to separate myself from reality. Rather, I wish to validate my part in reality, on a moment to moment basis. That is Christ consciousness…walking in love…walking…
Occasionally Jesus travelled by boat. Once he rode on a donkey. Mostly Jesus walked everywhere. He even walked on the water!
At the best of times its not me walking, but rather I’m being walked.
Walk me home Lord, walk me home…..
I’m just launching a new CD of gospel/spiritual songs, ‘I Thank God I’m Alive’.
7 songs, recorded and mixed in my own Tumbledown Studio…all voices, instruments & noises by me…mastered at Kitchen Sink Studios, Santa Fe, NM by my dear friend Jono Manson.
all songs by George Bacon copyright 2017 Cottage Pie Music(BMI)
except for ‘My Heart Is A Muscle’, words & music by Aske Jacoby copyright 2016 (KODA)
for now you can order a copy here https://www.gofundme.com/i-thank-god-im-alive
and I will mail you one…or we can meet in the real world!…online distribution may ensue in time..
as you can see, this is a building site!…there should be more to see each time you visit…always good to see you…