of course there’s no picture…

Godforsaken…what a horrible notion….what a dreadful word…sometimes used to describe a place, or state of mind, at the back of beyond…unreachable..

Don’t we all have at least moments of feeling abandoned or hopelessly lost?…when, knowing that feelings are not to be trusted, still the feeling persists….I believe with all my heart that Jesus  is ‘with us always, even till the end of the age’…He ‘never leaves us or forsakes us’…yet even He, minutes before his death, cried out, “my God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”….

As much as anything in his life, this illustrates the glorious paradox that is Jesus, Love Incarnate, 100% human, 100% divine…

He knows us, as He made us, as essentially He is intimately part of us, and we of Him…

Thank you Lord that though I’ll never be worthy of such a pure, boundless love, you love me anyway..I pray you teach me to respond in kind

I don’t know what I’m doing…

Inasmuch as we’re the authors of our own lives, I am starting a new chapter in mine. Yesterday evening I realised  that not knowing what I’m doing is a blessing, not a handicap. Of course I don’t know what I’m doing!  If I did the chapter would already be over.

A new chapter for me now seems about being alive in a different way. I am choosing and refining some fresh priorities on which to base what I do, and how I do it. This could keep me busy for a while….

What I’m aiming at can be summed up in a couple of lines from a recent song…
‘If its not love, then I’m letting it go;
but if it is, fill me to the brim.’

 

my grandfather George, his mother, his brother John, and their donkey Mercury


This photo was reputedly taken in 1890. I wonder where it was taken. The donkey and cart, location and picnic basket suggest one thing, but the three people, particularly the mother, look dressed for church or some such.

Such different times…some 24 years before the First World War. Perhaps at that time, one looked ones most chipper at all times, even for a country picnic….keeping up appearances, stiff upper….

I like to think of what simple pleasures they valued and enjoyed back then. What fun to hitch a donkey to a cart, and with a hamper of prepared food and drink, make your way with two companions to a likely spot to enjoy the great outside. There you could eat and drink, talk, sing, play some games, take a nap…

I recently saw a family picnicking in a city park. One child was absorbed in an iPad, the other was playing a game on his father’s phone. Mother was speaking on hers. Only the father seemed aware of his surroundings, gazing idly at the birds, trees and sky….

How deeply distracted we have allowed ourselves to become. We have all, to some extent, become reliant on these extraordinary devices. Surely we would be well advised to severely limit our time on them, treating them as the tools they are, and re-engage more effectively with the world around us, the world to which we really are, physically and spiritually, connected.

merci Fecamp


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 it’s not love, them I’m letting it go

‘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…..

welcome to my new website!

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…