Monthly Archives: January 2017

31. Wedding Roses (hope)


These are some of the wooden roses we had as table decorations for our wedding. They were cheap and cheerful, as everything had to be, and they remind me that there is hope for romance even for a sickly divorcée in her late 30s (as I was then!).

Lots of my life dreams have not come about, but I was married in the Norman church I always dreamed I would be, to a man who is kind, intelligent, loving and funny. We have had an extremely tough time of it so far, but I hold onto the hope, when I look at them, that good things can still happen, even when you have stop believing they will.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

30. A Break in the Clouds (hope)

The next way of seeing we shall be looking at is to do so with the eyes of hope. How can the optimism that persists in our faith influence our contemplation?


The sky’s patterns change so often, so quickly, so completely, and I love it. For me it is a constant reminder that there is always hope. A new opening, an unexpected tear, either thing might happen in the space of an instant. As contemplatives, observation of the skies helps us to hold the truth close that all is passing and everything circumstantial in our lives and the world around us is so much weather.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

29. On Wonder (shooting star)


In our second fortnight, we have been focussing on how the sense of wonder affects our contemplations. Instilling our prayerful thinking with awe is a good habit to get into, as it constantly reminds us that we are dealing with heavenly things, even in the every day.

It transforms something quotidian into something magical, something ordinary into the extraordinary. There is, for the contemplative, truly nothing boring. There is always some wondrous thing to be seen or found within everything, even if it is something we have constantly before us. This wonder is crucial for learning to see with new eyes.

Sometimes, that seeing requires a little effort, or a slight tilt of the head, or a whoosh of the camera, as in today’s photo, where I moved as I took the shot of this blanket, so that I ended up with, not a picture of a piece of fabric, but a photo of a shooting star. Some might call this foolishness, but for those of us swimming within the mystery of God, foolishness too is something to aspire to.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

28. Raindrops (sense of wonder)


A little out of focus, but to me, that just makes them look more like the photo was taken through a blur of tears, which is appropriate since the water drops look like tears on the branches. Even something that reminds us of sadness can be a source of awe, as we meditate on the miracle of water, of emotions, of the freeing, healing grace that can be poured out if the sky really cries.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017


27. Goldfinches (sense of wonder)


Colours are a huge source of inspiration to me, as many of you know, and goldfinches a particular favourite bird, for their brightness, their sweet chitter-chatter, and their grace. I am especially wowed by the yellow and the red livery, and by the swooping curve of their flight pattern, which looks like they are making the shape of waves in the air. A sight like this is quite simply, treasure.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017


26. Hand (sense of wonder)


I spend a great deal of time propped up in bed, resting or sleeping, and with an extra virus on top of my M.E. I’ve not had much opportunity to take photos out of doors of late. Since the main activities I do manage are praying, writing and painting, my hands are invaluable treasures for which I am hugely grateful and I feel awed by the way they can create and move. Since the rest of me can’t, I sometimes even dance with just my hands! And every time I take notice and remember how blessed my hands are, I can look in awe at them and wonder at the fact that all of us are held within that one, infinite hand of care and loving mercy.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

25. Ice (sense of wonder)


A change of form, a kind of cold magic, this oh so solid steam; floating island in a shallow plastic tub. The mysteries of ebb and flow, stop and go. In your time, having been a puddle and a cloud, knowing above and below.

Such miraculous transformations all around us!

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

24. Gifts (sense of wonder)


From the other side of the world you came, box of delights, carefully wrapped thoughts, pieces of a life longing to share itself gladly with unmet, beloved friends. That such generosity exists, giving time, care, consideration and love, this is worth my awe. The provision of  friendship despite being housebound, from a loving God, through a loving friend.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017


23. Library (sense of wonder)


Looking back a fortnight, did I really leave the house? How wonderful! And to an Aladdin’s Cave, books, books and more treasure, complete with raspberry seats and a helix standing on end. The wow, then is that such a place exists, that I got there, that it is free. The heart and head are beyond grateful, in the knowing there are libraries, other state-sponsored lunatics who hoard books and love them into being and onto shelves.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

22. Blue Tit (sense of wonder)


Tiny, tinted wonder, a bright flitting dart across the garden, how can something so small bring so much joy? Your beauty would be extravagant lunacy if arrived at purely by chance, and to me it is a Babel Fish giveaway of the nature of the artist who made you, as is the lift of my downcast heart that you cause.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017