Activism · Climate Change · community · Ecology · Economics

A Turn Around The Sun

This might be the last one today. This is a song I wrote after reading an amazing book ‘The Overstory’ by Richard Powers

Briefly, the book introduces you to several characters in successive chapters. For each character, trees are significant in their lives.

The characters come together in the second half of the book, but I won’t say anything about that, as it is a bit of a spoiler. Anyway, the book set me off writing this song called the speed of trees.

We want everything to suit our economic models of extraction of the earth’s resources at a speed that suits us.

The tree in question is a giant redwood. Unfortunately for trees, and ultimately for us, the speed of trees is so much slower than our speed, and that leads us into trouble.

In the end, we need trees more than they need us, or more precisely, it’s not the trees that need help, it’s us.

The Speed Of Trees

Verse 1

One hundred turns around the Sun
And life is just begun
Here is the youth
Who’ll tell the truth
Of all the sorrows

Verse 2

Five hundred turns around the Sun
And still they call him young
His body strong,
His limbs are long
Straight as an arrow

Verse 3

Two thousand turns around the Sun
And life is almost done
So many years
And ancient fears
Of no tomorrow

Bridge

We heard of your fame
And so we came
In answer to the call.
We gathered there
A silent prayer
In that sacred hall.

We stood and watched
Hearts in our mouths
And saw the giant tall
We stood with friends
There at the end
And saw the giant fall

Verse 4

How many turns around the Sun?
Before our course is run.
We lost the race
We ran too fast
No time to borrow

Bridge repeat

We stood and watched
Hearts in our mouths
And saw the giant tall
We stood with friends
There at the end
And saw the giant fall

Verse 4 repeat

How many turns around the Sun?
Before our course is run.
We lost the race
We ran too fast
No time to borrow

July 2025

Activism · Persecution · Political · Song for Today

All Under The Same Sky

We support a small human rights charity called Amos Trust. One focus of their work for many years has been support for Palestinians in Gaza and The West Bank.

Every Tuesday they have a Zoom call with interviews and other news about the projects they are involved with.

One of the Zoom calls was with two Palestinian women.

One of them talked about all the things that she used to love about living in Gaza. The sky and the stars; the sea, and meeting with friends at seaside cafes; the flowers and the fruits that grow abundantly; her home.

All of that is now gone. So much so, that the things she used to love, she almost now hates.

There is a paradox – that the dispossessed and persecuted live under the same sky as those who are the cause of their pain and suffering.

After listening to her talk, I wrote this song.
It’s always a tricky thing writing a song from someone else’s perspective. Do I really have the right to do that?

But I used her words as much as I could to stay faithful to what she was expressing.

The Same Sky

I hate this sky
For what it means to me.
The lightning flashes by
The stars have ceased to be.

All that I knew before
And loved and daily saw
Is now a horror show
A constant and fearful glow.

Please take this beach away
The peril of the sea
Once beautiful has changed
Is now a threat to me

I hate this house I love
Destroyed from up above
By thunder and by rain
Can we ever build again

Everywhere I search
To look for flowers in the dirt
With rubbish lying all around
I run for cover from the sound.

Birds that scream across the sky
Send down death on every side.
We wait for what we had and lost
Never can we know the cost

And when we talk together now
Of treasures hidden in our past,
Or speak with dread at how things are,
We share the pain of broken hearts

We are all under the same sky.
We are all under the same sky.
We are all under the same sky.
We are all under the same sky.

February 2026

Activism · community · Political · Song for Today · Songwriting

We’ve Got A Big House

My wife and I were walking back from feeding chickens for some friends who were away on holiday, and on the way home we passed a big house, with a tall hedge in front.

I immediately felt a rhythm in the words … We’ve got a big house, behind a tall hedge …

It made me think of TV programmes like Escape to the Country where someone looks round a selection of properties with a view to buying … One recurring theme is a requirement for the property to be secluded with no near neighbours.

Writing the song made me think about the rats’ nest that is world politics. It is very tempting sometimes to ignore everything that’s going on and just get on with life …. But …

Here’s the song

Verse 1

We’ve got a big house
Behind a tall hedge
Nobody’s lookin’ in
No-one’s making friends
And that’s the way we live
In these troubled times
Holding on so tight
To everything

Chorus

Do you know what I mean

Do you know what I mean
Can I get some sympathy
Do you know what I mean

Verse 2

We’ve got a big house
Behind a tall hedge
Nobody’s lookin’ in
No-one’s making friends
’Cos we’re not quite sure
If we can let it go
Open up the door
And let you in

Chorus

Verse 3

We’ve got a big house
Behind a tall hedge
Nobody’s lookin’ in
No-one’s making friends
We don’t want to live in feat
So we hide away
From everything

Chorus

Bridge

There are days
when I might make a change
Get a bigger heart
I’ll need a safe space
To make a start

Chorus

Activism · Following Jesus · Jesus · Political · World Affairs

A Babe In My Arms

I have had so many thoughts and prayers over the last nearly two years, but not been able to put into words what I’m thinking and feeling.

Many times I have been on the edge of posting, but not been able to.

Today, I was listening to a short passage from the Gospel of Luke in my daily ‘Pray as you go‘ … here it is:

And the child’s father and mother were amazed at what was being said about him. Then Simeon blessed them and said to his mother Mary, ‘This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be opposed so that the inner thoughts of many will be revealed—and a sword will pierce your own soul too.’ Luke 2:33-35

The child is Jesus. Simeon is a priest in the temple in Jerusalem. Mary and Joseph have brought Jesus at 40 days old to present him to the Lord. The words said to Mary are disturbing. They point to the way that Jesus will speak truth to the powers of his day, and the opposition that he will receive as a consequence.

Having listened to the reading a couple of times, I was invited to think about a character that I identified with in the passage. Or maybe I would like to imagine holding the baby in my arms ?

I’m writing this as we are surrounded by ugliness. By actions and words that spread hate and violence.

We are in the middle of the unlawful and genocidal actions of the Zionist state of Israel.
In addition we have to contend with racism directed at those seeking refuge in our land.

All around we see forces at work that are not rooted in compassion and understanding, but cruelty and ignorance.

I imagine myself in the middle of all of this, and ask myself what do I do, or say.

Do I shout out ?
“From the river to the sea …”
Yes, I have joined in those chants, and will still do so.

Do I hold up a placard ?
“Free Palestine, save Gaza”
Yes, I have done that each week in a public space this year, and will continue to do so.

But today, I have an image of myself with thousands of people simply holding babies.
No chants,
No words,
No placards.

Just holding a baby in my arms.

To hold a placard I would need to put the baby down, or give the precious bundle to someone else.

To shout a chant I might disturb this sleeping infant.

The most important thing in my mind is to protect this baby, who speaks to me of vulnerability, of non-violence, of possibility, of innocence.

Maybe this could be a worldwide Christian witness to the self giving love of that tiny babe.
Thousands, millions of people simply holding a baby in their arms.
A witness to the disrupting power of non-violence.

Join me.

N.B. this would be intended as a symbolic protest, in case you thought I was suggesting we put real babies in danger.





Activism · Bible · faith · Political

So, It’s Been A While

Around 20 years ago, we came a across a small Human Rights organistion called Amos Trust … named for some words in the Hebrew Bible (The book of the prophet Amos chapter 5) …

But let justice roll on like a river righteousness like a never-failing stream!

The particular aspect of their work that we support is working for Justice and peace in what one middle eastern Christian has called ‘The Land of the Holy One’

Our introduction to this came when we learned about the wall of separation that creates enclosed, shut off areas for Palestinians. We learned about the restrictions on Palestinians, and the many inequalities that they suffer.

For 20 years now, we have been learning about the roots of these injustices … which go back over 100 years – with key moments like the Balfour declaration in 1917, which started the path for the Jewish state, and everything that has happened since.

We’re seeing that all play out in a horrific way now in Gaza, in the West Bank, and in the last couple of days, the escalation in Lebanon.

So – I was looking at a part of Luke’s Gospel, in the New Testament, as I was preparing to take a service last week in our weekday service of Holy Communion.

In the early chapter of Luke’s Gospel, we see Jesus healing people on the edge of socoety – outcasts. We see Jesus healing on the Sabbath, which in the eyes of the religious leaders amounted to breaking the commandment to keep the Sabbath holy. We see Jesus calling working class fishermen to be his close followers. We see him calling even a tax collector. Jesus is pronouncing forgiveness, another aspect of what he’s doing that would have outraged the religious leaders. His teaching is even openly critical of them as rule bound and narrow.

And now Jesus has been invited to the house of a pharisee – for them to check him out. Test him.  See if he really is as bad as they think.

Now there is a woman – described as ‘sinful woman,’ who has very likely heard Jesus, or at least been told enough about him to know that she needs what he is offering – that is, the opportunity for a fresh start. She hears that Jesus has been invited to the pharisee’s house and she turns up. She would have sat around the edge of the room, hoping for some food when the meal has finished. She’s waiting for Jesus to arrive, and she has come to offer thanks to him for his teaching about forgiveness. She has come prepared with some perfume. Maybe she doesn’t yet know how this is all going to work out, but she’s there because Jesus is there. She is there in reponse to knowing that she is forgiven.

Then Jesus arrives. But something is wrong. Simon, the host, does not give Jesus the customary kiss of greeting, or provide Jesus with the oil and water to wash himself. It’s an insult, and everyone knows it. And the woman sees it.

So she decides to do what Simon should have done. She has no water with which to wash Jesus’ feet, but she has her tears, and washes his feet with her tears.

She has no oil to anoint his head, but she anoints his feet with the perfume she has bought.

Simon should have given Jesus a kiss of greeting, so she kissed Jesus’ feet.

I have heard many sermons on these verses, and they have often been used to encourage us to think about our worship. What is it that we bring to Jesus ? The woman brought what was most precious – valuable perfumed ointment. Should we not also offer to Jesus the things that are most precious – our whole self ?

That’s one way to read the verses. I would like to suggest another, that seems to fit with the way Jesus’ ministry is developing.

The woman is acting in solidarity with Jesus. She is confused as to why Jesus has not had the greeting that was usual. She understands that it is an insult. But she is willing to take a risk and do for Jesus what Simon should have done.

And how will Jesus respond, after the outrageous behaviour of the woman ? The assembled pharisees might have expected him, in his position as a religious teacher, (however much they might have been suspicious of him) to be uncomfortable, even hostile to what the woman has done.

But Jesus comes to her defence. He sides with her. He acts in solidarity with her. And by doing so, he will further antagonise the religious leaders and demonstrate that what he has come to do is not limited to working within the boundaries of what they accept. He has come to challenge the very dynamics of power that exist.

And the call to us is to follow his lead. To see where power is being used to oppress, and stand in solidarity with those who are suffering.

We want to stand with all who are suffering, whatever ‘side’ they are on. But as far as the land of the Holy One is concerned, we stand with the people of Gaza and the Occupied Territories of the West Bank, and campaign for a just peace that gives Palestinians equality and dignity that is rightfully theirs.

Activism · Political · World Affairs

This Is Something I Regret

So I have been thinking deeply about the forthcoming General Election. I live in a constituency (Gloucester) that has had a Conservative MP for some years- you have to go back to the early 2000’s to see a different colour.

But it is one of the seats that Labour might hope to win this time round (2024).

My question is … if I want to see a more progressive government, who will put the needs of the poorest first, and prioritise our The Climate Catastrophe, The NHS, Schools, Social Care and the Justice System (among others!) … how shall I vote ?

Possible answers … v

1. Vote with my heart and vote Green. Normally that might be seen as a wasted vote in our ‘First Past The Post’ system. But this time the Labour Party are likely to make the new government, so it might not matter what happens to Gloucester … so why not vote Green as the Tories are almost certainly out.

2. Vote Labour on the basis that you never know what will happen in an election, so play it safe.

3. Spoil the ballot paper – the whole system is rigged. So this is one way I can register a protest.

4..Don’t vote – for similar reasons, my Green vote won’t count anyway so why bother

We have a postal vote, and the papers arrived last week. At that point in time, I had decided on option 2, so I filled in the ballot paper and popped it in the post on Friday.

I was too hasty, on reflection. I think I should have gone with my heart. Much as I want to see the Conservative Party out of power, I actually don’t think it will be that different with Labour.

I’ve been reading a book by Ian Dunt – ‘How Westminster Works, And Why It Doesn’t.’ If even a fraction of it is a true reflection of our system of government, then we’re stuffed unless something radical happens.

By that I mean the first step being a reform of the electoral system to some version of PR.

Interestingly, this subject took up a fair bit of time on Radio 4 ‘Any Questions’ and ‘Any Answers’ programme. (But bearing in mind that only about 1 in 7 of people over 15 years of age listen to at least 15 minutes of Radio 4 in a week – (quite a low bar).

Added to that, as a supporter of Palestinian statehood, and incensed by the media coverage of the conflict in Gaza, I am discovering how deep a connection there is between the Labour Party and Israeli interests. That’s seriously worrying. See here

I wish I could take my vote back. No political party is perfect of course, but I believe that the Greens have it more right than the others.

Let me know what you think …

Activism · Persecution · Political · suffering · World Affairs

Every Day Is Nakba Day

Today is May 15th, the day when Palestinians mark the forced removal of Palestinians from their homes in 1948 to make room for the Jews coming from Europe to settle in Palestine. The name Nakba means catastrophe or disaster. Nakba Day is generally commemorated on 15 May, the day after the date in the Gregorian calendar of Israel’s Independence in 1948.

This poem is part of a collection of poems ‘Things you may find hidden in my ear,’ by Mosab Abu Toha, a poet from Gaza.

The poem looks back at the Nakba, which is a daily reality for the Palestinian people. It is being reenacted now in the West Bank as Israeli settlers take over Palestinian land, and in the horrendous war in Gaza, as many people are fleeing to a place of safety, probably never to return to Gaza. Once more a catastrophe is occurring, as history is repeated. May God have mercy on us.

My Grandfather Was A Terrorist

My grandfather was a terrorist—
He tended to his field,
watered the roses in the courtyard,
smoked cigarettes with grandmother
on the yellow beach, lying there
like a prayer rug.

My grandfather was a terrorist—
He picked oranges and lemons,
went fishing with brothers until noon,
sang a comforting song en route
to the farrier’s with his piebald horse.

My grandfather was a terrorist—
He made a cup of tea with milk,
sat on his verdant land,
as soft as silk.

My grandfather was a terrorist—
He departed his house,
leaving it for the coming guests,
left some water on the table, his best,
lest the guests die of thirst after their conquest.

My grandfather was a terrorist—
He walked to the closest safe town,
empty as the sullen sky.
vacant as a deserted tent,
dark as a starless night.

My grandfather was a terrorist—
My grandfather was a man,
a breadwinner for ten,
whose luxury was to have a tent,
with a blue UN flag set on the rusting pole,
on the beach next to a cemetery.

By Mosab Abu Toha

Activism · faith · Greenbelt Festival,

What I Love About Greenbelt

So this was on fb yesterday …on the ‘Unofficial Greenbelt Festival’ group …

Had a lunch at church today, ended up sharing a table with folks discussing the greenbelt line up plus folks who never heard of the festival. “It’s a Christian festival but the sort that would book bob vylan as headliner ” seemed not bad intro , vylan, corrine Bailey rae and flamy grant felt like a fair introduction. Go one you’ve got 2 sentences max and can drop up to 5 names ; how do you describe the festival?

In amongst the other responses I thought this summed up a fair bit of how I feel …

No names to drop –
No shame in that;
And up itself,
Well, just a bit,
And white and middle class
Well yes, but less
I hope, and
Right on left
Well I don’t mind that either.

We’ll go again,
And hope to feel
At home a bit,
and not a bit
Enough to keep us moving
Forward in the
Right direction
With music, faith
And all that social action
Please.

Activism · community · World Affairs

I’m Reading The Argos Catalogue

When our children were little, one of the things they loved to do was to browse through the Argos catalogue. (Argos is a UK store that sells a whole variety of stuff from toys to electronics to household goods.)

Back in the dim and distant past, (The late 60’s), there was another catalogue, called the. Whole Earth Catalog – an actual physical catalogue produced by the counter culture in the USA. It was a mix of essays and product reviews, designed to connect those who wanted to bring about change and work for a more fair and equal society, and give them the tools for that work.

It was referred to by Steve Jobs as a kind of ‘Google in paper form’ that existed before the internet.

In fact it was the direct precursor to the World Wide Web.
The purpose of the internet in the mind of those who built on the aims of The Whole Earth Catalog was that it gave access to information to all, and a forum for the exchange of ideas, for the betterment of humanity.

You can hear more about it in the recent BBC series ‘Gatekeepers

We now know what those originators of the www. did not know. That the internet would give rise to stalking, fake news, exploitation, misinformation, cyber crime, and a host of other unintended consequences, as well as many positive dimensions.

Like every new development, it has the potential for good, and for ill. We’re now facing the same situation with AI, but we are already so far into the age of AI that we probably won’t be able to guard against the negative effects of that technology.

So what ?

I’m not telling you much that you didn’t already know, so what’s my point ?

It’s the age old question of how to respond to culture – withdraw, assimilate, confront or engage ?

I guess the answer is for me to engage, always. I’ve been tempted recently to withdraw – to disengage with social media etc – but I’m still here.

Admittedly some things have gone. The twitter and instagram accounts that I almost never used are no longer. (I hope they do get deleted)
Facebook remains for me a helpful way of accessing information, but not especially as a forum for debate.

This platform is mainly for me to get my thoughts in order, and try to make sense of what’s going on, and I welcome comments.

But the direction I’d like to travel is to do with getting smaller – trying to find ways to engage with people face to face, where there is the possibility of fostering relationship and dialogue.

That’s all for now. Blessings on you.