The view from High Chapel House

Yes, it is a wonderful view from here: stone walls and green fields stretching towards the Howgill Fells. Right now we have gangs of adolescent lambs charging up and down the field opposite the house while their mums look on Sheep and lambwith mild disdain. Anyway, here we are: finally up and running with the new website. I do hope you enjoy looking around. I’m sorry it’s only in English for the moment, but we hope to get translation in place in the next decade or so.

This weekend we have a songwriting weekend here at the house, so I won’t be typing for long now. I’m looking forward to it very much as the last one was just amazing. (We have another one in June if you’re interested).
I’m sure many of you are finding this season is full of challenges - the fire of faith can burn dimly when we are constantly under pressure, so I thought I’d encourage you (and myself) with a little sonnet from one of my favourite mystical writers, the Scottish Victorian who inspired C S Lewis - George MacDonald (1824-1905). This is from The Diary of an Old Soul:

When I can no more stir my soul to move
And life is but the ashes of a fire;
When I can but remember that my heart
Once used to live, long and aspire -
Oh, be thou then the first, the one thou art;
Be thou the calling before all answering love,
And in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.

See you soon,

Blessings,  John.