Dreaming Beneath the Spires - Anita Mathias's Blog on Faith and Art

Kenneth Clarke’s Civilization: On the Irish Mystics that Preached to Seals

A totally blessed, lazy day. Church, G and D's ice-cream for lunch, a nap, reading, blogging, a good dinner I didn't cook, and Kenneth Clarke's brilliant "Civilization" on DVD. The Irish hermits preached to seals, he said. Hey, I could be a mystic … [Continue reading]

Irene and the Oxford High School Fete

By Anita Mathias

Irene and friends ran an eccentric stall at the school fete yesterday that only could have been thought of by Irene-- & it was! Irene is still on a high after all the wild and wacky games she devised for her school fete stall worked. Retrieve … [Continue reading]

Birdsong and Tagore

By Anita Mathias

I lay in bed this morning listening to an absolutely beautiful and rhapsodic chorus of birdsong. And thought how God is just, how his best gifts are given freely to rich and poor, clever and challenged, talented and not-so-talented alike. I … [Continue reading]

When we are not “right,” God says “Grow” before giving us our heart’s desire

By Anita Mathias

Sadly, I am going through a Not-Yet answer for something I have wanted very badly for a long time. I like how Bob Pierce says there are 4 answers to prayer. Franklin Graham, "“When we truly pray, we do not move God to ourselves, but ourselves to … [Continue reading]

On radiance despite our shame

By Anita Mathias

Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. Psalm 34:5 Shame is inevitable. We are people of unclean lips, and we live amidst a people of unclean lips. We are foolish, impulsive, make errors, misjudge, sin. And … [Continue reading]

In which I read at the Anchor Pub

By Anita Mathias

Thank you Susan for sending me this. … [Continue reading]

Good description of Christian creativity. Rabindranath Tagore. Geetanjali

By Anita Mathias

"Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies … [Continue reading]