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Most philosophy concerns words and meanings, arguments and debates. But wisdom is also a matter of perception and intuition.  Images can sometimes convey what words cannot. We see in order to understand; intuit before the rational explanation becomes clear. And sometimes - best of all - we just stop and look, perceiving without any need for words.

Here are my reflections each month on a particular image. I hope you enjoy them and use them as a basis for your own reflections. I'd welcome any brief comments you'd like to send, and will hope to include them alongside my own.


2015

May

Berridge

This month, in the village of Little Baddow, we will be celebrating the centenary of the arrival of Jesse Berridge as rector. He was a remarkable man - a novelist, poet, artist and priest, with a gentle nature and skilled in pastoral care. One feature of his novels is that they are all set in the village in the 14th, 16th and 17th centuries. With one of them in your hand, you can walk where his characters walked, see much the same scenes that they know, and experience the changing of the seasons as they did. Historical fiction can give depth and a sense of place to the lived environment. It is though a human and narrative map is laid over the ground, providing a whole new depth to familiar landmarks, showing them to be in a state of constant change.

Whatever we cling to, we lose; that is the wisdom of the Buddha. Letting go, admiring without grasping, and allowing things to change naturally over time - that is an attitude that requires careful cultivation if it is to become habitual. Berridge loved the village, researched its history, and wove imaginative stories around historical characters. In doing so, he celebrated the sense of place and gave it depth. A house becomes a home once it has a story; and that requires time and the appreciation of narrative.

 

April

rotting car

Abandoned to nature, this old car is becoming chaotic and vibrant. Neat lines and designed elements are colonised by weeds, all seeking an opportunity to grow and flourish in a competitive environment. To me, this is a suitable image for the political situation in the UK at the moment. With the calling of a General Election, there is a riot of political energy and activity, the savage competitiveness of the organic is revealed beneath the supposedly rational principles of good government. This is what happens when nature, fear, aspiration and competition take over. READ MORE

March

music peace

Walking round the palace at Versailles, I came across this image of musical instruments tied together with a thin length of cloth. The room in question was described in the guide as presenting images of peace, and this one seemed entirely appropriate. Music represents a balance of harmony - where peace is far more than an absense of warfare or strife, but a naturally occuring state of inner well-being. In fact, music not only represents peace, but may well contribute to it. It was, I believe, Aristotle who argued that music should play a key role in education because it could influence the emotions and attitdues. That's absolutely right, but more than that, it creates a sense of being one with something larger than the self, of immersing oneself in the rhythm of things.

February

love locks

For me, the one redeeming feature of the dreary month of February is Valentines Day - that annual celebration of the triumph of emotional insanity over rational calculation. Love triumphs because it makes a commitment that goes beyond hormonal drives, that thrives on hope and fantasy, and strives to incarnate both. My wife and I visited Paris just a few days after the Charlie Hebdo shootings - a city with heightened security, mourning those who died, affirming liberty - and, walking along right bank of the Seine, came across the bridge of love-locks. Here lovers write their names on padlocks, fix them to the bridge and throw away the key. Each lock has a story attached, one reads them and speculates on the many lovers for whom this place is special. Who knows how it worked out for them, but it stands as a symbol of the enduring quest for love, in a world where hatred, resentment, and cold calculation tend to get the headlines.

January

winter snow

Midwinter here in the UK, and the final days of December bring snow and disruption on the roads, to say nothing of railway chaos wrought by the usual midwinter engineering works. Wildlife struggles to survive, and - once we emerge from the warmth of family and retail festivities - the world looks ramarkably bleak, as every news bulletin evidences. Warfare, Ebola, the sectarian brutality and chaos of the Middle East, welfare cuts and austerity... It's easy to be depressed in January. Yet amidst the economic and political gloom there are moment of hope. I was particularly encouraged by the efforts of Pope Francis to inject morality into our vision of the future - both in terms of the need to take our responsibility for our planet seriously, and also his attack on the thoughtless acceptance of the dictatorship of the markets, which evacuates our political life of the moral and human dimension that are its very essence. When 'growth' trumps justice or love or equality as the unchallenged, pivotal value, there is little hope for a sustainable future. But if January is depressing, take heart and get it into perspective - February is often worse!