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May 1st


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Previous [...] the 4 Gospels. It reports some words and some actions he performed. Have you ever trained a dog? I rest my case (for today anyway).

For now, I’ll just finish my own thread about psychiatry – which may well, I realize, have got misrepresented by this popular wisdom about ‘letting it out’ so it doesn’t attack you from the inside, gnaw at your vitals. Guess what – once ejected, it attacks others; the genie out of the bottle goes haywire. And if we really are on this planet together, in other words, interdependent, I think we need a better method or medicine for dealing with our desire for anger. It is a kind of craving. Of course you don’t get rid of a craving by piling rocks on it (and hoping someone doesn’t dynamite). But blogging is becoming the new righteous-anger lever. And I don’t think it is modeling our interdependence as it might, as it is actually well positioned to. (The very name ‘internet’, for heaven’s sake, suggests it.) Sometimes, yes, no doubt. But often not. I asked earlier had you ever trained a dog. What about a horse? Do you know the word ‘gentling’, the verb ‘to gentle’? (Now how the heck am I going to say that in French??)

Which brings me back to the Covenant. It reads to me like a careful exercise of the verb ‘to gentle’. By all means don’t agree, when you don’t agree. But don’t let the horse bolt, don’t dynamite the rock, don’t perform a choke-chain correction in anger, it never works – did you want it to work? Or did you just want to satisfy your craving? Where ‘you’, read ‘me’, or ‘we’ – since we’re in this together.

I’ve been watching snow geese (you knew it!) for weeks now. The Canada geese haven’t left, they’re usually quite outnumbered, but there is a constant shift of populations. You remember I wrote recently about migrations. I’ve just discovered another book (though it was published 7 years ago) that I’m absolutely fascinated by: Passions and Paradox, by Joan Cocks. The phenomenon of being a nation, of being an us-not-them, with all its ambiguities of rights and wrongs, is something I watch, it seems, out the window here – ’gentling’ in action, or being gentled (they used to talk of ‘poetry in motion’) – as the snow geese and the Canadiens move gracefully through their unmilitary tattoos, never crashing into each other, never not managing to coexist, shifting, constantly shifting – as ‘nation’ identities do.

And I think of the Anglican Communion, and I wish.

Love is that liquor sweet and most divine / Which my God feels as blood; but I as wine.

George Herbert