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The Traveller’s Rest- The Wilderness Is My Friend.

“Then Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness…”

There is a question that keeps rising up in this journey outside the walls, could it really be God that has led me to this place? Those times when others sow seeds of doubt and questions, those times when the yearning for what went before hits hard, those times when you hit the darkness and rebound spiralling out of all control, those times when loneliness kicks in, could God really still be my guide through this time of wilderness? I have fought, and continue to experience, many of these thoughts, but I am learning slowly at times that the place where I am is not a place to fear or run away from or a place of the absence of God, it is in-fact a place to experience and embrace. A place of richness and growth. A place like no other that I have ever experienced in the thousands of meetings, conferences, services I have attended and taken part in. This goes so much deeper. Yes it can be more painful, yes it is an experience at times of total marginalisation and misunderstanding, yes everything inside me at times wants to return to what is the known, but the wilderness takes on a whole new persona once it is embraced. The wilderness can actually become your friend. Not a place to escape from to get back to the hub of the city, but a place to move out from and then return to. The hub of connectivity, instead of the hiding place away from everything. His call to ‘come away with me’ can become the lifestyle and norm rather than rare venture. There are many books and records of characters known as the Desert Fathers but maybe God is raising up a new generation of desert dwellers. Maybe we are the desert children resting and walking in the mantle that many have worn, the mantle of the Prince of Peace. Embracers of the wilderness and desert, not as a place to fear but a place to connect with God. Not as a place to run away from people but a place where embrace is more coated with the love of the Father. Not a place of death and barrenness but a place teeming with possibilities of life.

Bethel Was In The Desert (and still is?)

Jacob was banished to the wilderness and desert places. He was banished and rejected and broken and lost… but never out of the site of God. It was in this place that Jacob laid down a stone as a pillow. Sounds a bit uncomfortable to me, but there was nothing else, no home comforts. All stripped away, and yet not everything gone. God!!! It was here in the desert that Jacob saw the angelic host ascending and descending. He heard God speaking to him. The seed of the destiny of a Nation was placed within this broken vessel. A new name and purpose were given to him. When he woke up he looked around at the wilderness with new eyes, ‘this is none other than the house of God and I didn’t realise it- Bethel.’ The sand that surrounded him was imprinted with the D.N.A. of God. The air itself was infused with the breath of God. The atmosphere electric with the presence of God. The place of running away had become the place of running into. The place of emptiness had become the place of overflowing and abundance. Nothing was now everything. This is why the wilderness is my friend, it is so full of heavenly D.N.A. Bethel is everywhere, it is just sometimes we do not recognise it. That is just the account of Jacob, what about Abraham, Joseph, Moses, Elijah, Isaiah, Jeremiah, John the Baptist, Jesus, John, all finding more than the bargained for in the place we call desert. Burning bushes, horses and chariots of heaven, visions of heaven being open, glory and light. These places are not without their challenges and darkness, let’s not pretend, but the rewards far outway the challenges. It just takes waking up and smelling something greater than the coffee, the very presence of God.

A Desert Dweller.

“I will make with them a covenant of peace and banish wild beasts from the land, so that they may dwell securely in the wilderness and sleep in the woods.” Ezekiel 34:25.

The desert and the parched land will be glad;
    the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;
    it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
    the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
they will see the glory of the Lord,
    the splendor of our God.” Isaiah 35:1.

I am learning to embrace the desert. I am learning that the wilderness is my friend. I am learning that it is a place to return to and not escape from. For David it became a place of re connection at Adullum’;s Cave, for me too it has become a place of re-connection. In solitude and marginalisation I have discovered others who will fight for each other and not pull each other down. Relationships not based on theology or style of worship or expression or belonging to a church group, but relationship based on brokenness and reality and hunger and love and adventure and fresh discovery. Finding each other in the lostness. Elijah thought he was on his own but there were hundreds like him. That is true for us today as well. I am happy to be a desert dweller. That does not mean to never touch people, ask John the Baptist! This place is full of life in abundance. The desert has taught me how to really love people. This sand is so full of the D.N.A. of God.

The Traveller’s Rest- Belonging Nowhere, Belonging Everywhere.

The Traveller’s Rest- Belonging Nowhere, Belonging Everywhere.

Belonging?

One of the great conversations that flow from those inside the walls to those who have joined the journey of the wild wanderers is about belonging or being a part of something, particularly with reference to a local Body of believers. To not neglect the coming together is being translated as being part of a church and going on a regular basis to one particular group. Becoming a member one of another by signing a membership pledge and getting that sense of belonging by regularly gathering in the same place at the same time with the same people sometimes two, three times a week, maybe even more. They shout about verses referencing being part of a local church and that that is the only kind of way that Christian’s relate and meet and function. To be outside of that model is to be outside of the will and purpose of God and to live the life of a lone ranger or an island. No man is an island!!! Neglecting the gathering together is to neglect the safety net of accountability and relationship with others. On those first few steps outside the structured church system those words can cut deep, wound, cause confusion, sow doubt, cause rebound back into the four walls, make us believe we have it wrong, make us feel like rebels without a cause. This is a painful part of the journey that must be worked through in as much grace as possible. It will cause the loss of some relationships and there will be a sense of being cut off and marginalised. What we thought were close friendships will over-night come to a close. This can be a lonely place and make us feel that maybe what has been spoken over us is true. There is a sense where we need to belong, after all God said to Adam in paradise, “it is not good for man to be alone”, and that was in the perfect union with the Father. What I have discovered though is that God will bring a fresh sense of community and a fresh interpretation as to what that means. Through social networking, meeting others by chance ;), recognising those already placed in our lives around us day by day and many other unique ways, God starts to reconnect the disconnected. In some ways we wake up to the fact that maybe we were never totally disconnected in the first place, just unplugged from the system or as some call it the Matrix. My family, my work colleagues, my friends, other wanderers, writers, other marginalised people, all of a sudden community is all around me. I belong nowhere as part of any club or church, and yet I find I belong everywhere. I never stop for a second belonging. Even to those of you who read my scribbles, we belong together, joined by a blog world that creates relationships and connectivity. Some of my greatest relationships ever have come out of just recording the journey into a seemingly impersonal cyber world. I’m always being joined together with others. I’m always being gathered together. Infact it never seems to stop. If you ever doubted it for a second let me shout it from the mountaintop, you belong, you are a part of the Body of Christ, you are connected, you are part of what God is up to locally, nationally and globally. You are a functioning joint where you are. I cut off from you any negative word that has ever been spoken over you concerning being a loose canon or an island. I cut off any doubt or sense of missing the mark. We are part of each other, maybe marginalised by man, but at the centre of all that God is up to. We are part of one another.

Wherever I Lay My Hat, That’s My Home.

Walking and accepting this you begin to realise that others may think you are homeless and disconnected, but in reality what is happening is that the landing places of your feet become home. As one old but good song says, ‘wherever I lay my hat that’s my home’. The world becomes my cathedral, the connectivity with the whosoever becomes my church. You find yourself as a wild wanderer and yet one with many places of abode. Home is where my heart is, and as long as my heart is after the things of God and for people, where our hearts beat is home. Belonging nowhere for man to manipulate and control, and yet belonging everywhere. Even as I think over this past week I have had the privilege to see one of my ex-night shift colleagues get baptised in an evangelical church. He became a Christian in October last year. Did any of our conversations play a part in that? Did my salt and light in the workplace touch somewhere deep in him? I may never know but what a thrill to see him going through the waters of baptism. To be a part of his special night was amazing. So much I could not relate to personally in the style of hymn/prayer stuff, but more and more I see through the form and see the people. For that night I landed there and joined with other Asda colleagues, some Christians, others maybe not yet, to see our friend taking this step in his journey. Why has God led him to that church and not just into relationship with Father? That is not for me to answer, and maybe not even for God to answer for Himself, but all is part of journey to continue to unfold. That night that place was home because that is where I landed. Tuesday evening Allison and myself were invited by a friend to join her in her home with a few others to celebrate Purim. This woman and a few others have been walking the feasts and festivals of the Scriptures for many years now, seeing something of the restoration of all things in the rhythm of old. We went along and gathered with about 6 other people. We ate and laughed and heard stories and shared life, and shared about the redemption and deliverance of Israel through Esther and Mordecai. Reminded of our great Deliverer and how God works amongst the marginalised and the silenced. For that night this was home. Belonging together. Wherever I lay my hat that’s my home.

Shape-shifting Flight Path.

Every week has a different shape. This next week I may have no organised gathering places but that does not stop the gathering. Those times with Allison and the boys, those moments at work around the canteen and in the aisles, random gatherings on street corners and in the shops and streets, signs of belonging everywhere. Facebook conversations, phone-calls with friends and fellow wanderers, e-mail notes of encouragement and hope, all times where sinews are joined together and the Body functions with words of hope and love and acceptance. In fact when I really think about it, it is virtually impossible to really disconnect from everything. Even when I lay my bed in the depths He is there! Even when I hide in a cave, there are hundreds more Cave dwellers hidden somewhere ready to be connected into the story. Adullum’s cave was the place of amazing reconnection and hope for David. So where do I belong? Nowhere and everywhere. Connected in more ways than I could ever imagine. In my mind sometimes so isolated and yet through God’s mind so connected. I thank God that I am connected to you.

“…Cripples and Bastards and Broken Things.”George R.R. Martin.The Prophetic Conclusion of Game of Thrones.

The Raven…The Broken.

Has an ending ever been so controversial or talked about? Still the dust is being kicked around about the conclusion of Game of Thrones. A petition of over a million signatures want the whole of Season 8 to be re-written. Social media is full of dissatisfied people disgruntled that certain characters acted in certain ways, and that story arcs finished as they did. And as for Bran ending up as the King of the Six Kingdoms!!! But as I watched the final episode I found it very moving, satisfactory and totally prophetic in it’s outcome. I was a late starter to the drama and intrigue of Game of Thrones. I had tried when it first came on, but to no avail. But just before Season 5 was due to air I decided to give it another go as they repeated the previous Seasons. This time I was hooked, especially when it got to Season 1, Episode 4, entitled

Cripples, bastards and broken things.

A quote from Tyrion, who himself is a dwarf. I knew at the time it had significance and it spoke to me about the type of people that God uses to confound the wise. That this brilliant drama about power hungry, throne desiring people, was not going to be won by the most evil or the strongest or the dominating leadership styles of the Kings and Queens, whether we thought they were good or evil. It was going to be won by the least, the despised, the rejected of the ensemble. Who that was going to be at the time was not clear, but everything was pointing to the futility of war and dominion and government, and leading us to see through the eyes of those on the outside. That this ended up being Bran was totally unexpected by nearly everybody, but to me a stroke of genius. The boy in the wheelchair who couldn’t fight in a battle, and the only one who seemed to have no claim or desire for a throne. He was the chosen one. The least. The last. Or was he? He was also a Seer. A visionary. A prophet. The one who had insight. With no interest in the politics, but eyes to see. The three-eyed raven was really the only one who could take on the leadership and help unite the seemingly fractured society. It was no longer about power but about sight. And stories…

A Better Story.

At the end of the day Game of Thrones was not about gaining the throne. We were showed the futility of that as Drogon (one of the Dragons) burnt the throne to the ground in the final episode. It did reveal the futility of thrones and power and war. It was more about stories, and the power of stories.

“What unites people? Armies? Gold? Flags? Stories. There’s nothing more powerful in the world than a good story. Nothing can stop it. No enemy can defeat it. And who has a better story than Bran the Broken?… Who’s better to lead us into the future?”

There is nothing more powerful than a good story. Isn’t that what the Old Testament, Gospels and Acts are built on? The power of a story. Our family gatherings are built on good stories. They are powerful, life affirming, uniting, empowering. In our increasing digital age we can forget the power of a story. So much is fed to us. Life becomes about education, career, climbing the ladder, asking Alexa or Google anything, being given all the answers to every issue neatly tied up in a drama. We can get through much of life without imagination, and sadly without story. We’ve lost the parable by being sermonised. Who better to lead us into the future than one who holds the stories? That is such a powerful, prophetic declaration that even we as part of the Church need to hear. The power of story. C.S. Lewis knew it. J.R.R. Tolkien knew it. Tyrion knew it. Do we appreciate how the story has held identity, community, hope, purpose in the past? Let’s not lose it’s future.

An Ending…

People are talking about Game of Thrones and how they would have ended it. What would they have done differently? What will happen to John Snow, Arya, the Dragon? I find it interesting that George R.R. martin talks about doing Prequels, but there will not be a Sequel. We will have his conclusion in the books, when he finally gets around to writing them, but it seems as if we will not know where it all goes from here. It will be left to our imagination. We will have to become the story writers. Just as we, in conversation, are re-writing the end. When asked if his ending will be different in the books Martin replies

Well… yes.  And no.  And yes.   And no.   And yes.   And no.   And yes.

He calls it an ending. And when asked what will be the real ending he replies

Book or show, which will be the “real” ending?   It’s a silly question.   How many children did Scarlett O’Hara have? How about this?  I’ll write it.   You read it.  Then everyone can make up their own mind, and argue about it on the internet.

This is a reference to the 1939 film of Gone With the Wind where O’Hara has only one child, whereas in the book she has three children. In the sequel book she has four children. The power of the story is not affected either way. Just as the power of our story is not affected by detail. But by the way it effected our lives.

The ripples will keep going on for a long time about that ending. In the midst of it all let us not miss the prophetic heart of the power of the story and the way that God so often lifts up the humble; the cripples, the bastards and the broken ones, and creates incredible stories with the pieces that he finds. These are the ones who will lead us forward. The least likely. The visionaries. The broken. The story-tellers. Bran the Broken.

 

Game of Thrones…My Heart.

The Plot Twists Like a Knife. (Includes Spoilers)

Game of Thrones is a phenomenon. An incredible drama that is now drawing to a close with the last episode of Season 8 to come. It is a harsh drama that has included much violence, revenge, plotting, deceit, sex, betrayal and many twists and turns. It is not afraid to rid itself of major characters that we have grown to love, or hate. Every episode is dissected and talked about as if it is the most important thing on earth. There are heroes and villains, and villains that are heroes, and heroes that are villains. It is to it’s credit because it is incredible drama, and brilliantly acted by a cast that have become household names. But the last episode has caused the internet and FB and conversations to go into meltdown. The woman everyone learned to love, Daenerys, turned into a cold blooded murderer of innocent people and surrendered armies. Children in particular are seen being burned alive by her dragon as she inflicts the ultimate war crimes on the city with the Throne. She has come to displace evil, with ultimate evil. Baron Acton (1834–1902) came out with the quote. … “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely”. Power corrupts Daenerys as the Throne and rule become her obsession. But then there is the evil she displaces from the Throne, Cersei. Cersei has been described as the ‘most dangerous human being in Westeros’. The most hated character. She has murdered and plotted her heartless way to the throne, without a care for anyone, other than her brother, with which she has an incestuous relationship. Then comes the most controversial part of the whole episode, her death in the arms of her brother Jaime, weeping.

Revenge is mine, saith…me.

For a split second the writers mess with your heads. You are angry that your hero is nothing more than a war criminal, and then in a moment of weakness at the point of death a bit of sorrow enters for the most evil woman there has been for eight seasons. Nothing more than a woman fighting her own demons. But then her death. Not at the end of the sword of her enemies, slain like she has slain others. Cut open, sliced, beaten to death. Not one of our heroes gets their hands on her. Not one of the Starks, or the Hound. She dies the most undramatic death of the whole series, with rocks falling on her and Jaime while they embrace. The outrage. The outcry. How dare they? Here are a few quotes from a Facebook page;

i was relieved when she died, tho i wanted a horrific death for her than be simply smashed!! 

I only feel sorry that she died this way. I would prefer torture and much of pain.

I would have pushed her off the wall when she was passing the Hound.. He should have done it for Arya … She got off too easy

only wished she had been torched for all the evil she had done 

She deserved a lot more brutal death

She didn’t get the sort of death she deserved. What would I have done to her? This has so upset everyone. Yet I think the writers have been very clever, and revealed a major theme of the whole Game of Thrones. Inside us all there is a monster wanting to get out. A monster that is really no better than the characters we are watching. One that wants revenge, death, blood, our way. The show is a mirror for our own hearts. It was once quoted (source seems confused between Mike Bickle and John Wimber), “God offends the mind to reveal the heart.” This episode has clearly demonstrated what can be inside us all. Our minds were offended because Cersei’s ending was tame, too good for her. But she died!!! Isn’t that enough? No, we want pain, blood, violence, revenge, the most horrific death possible. Being crushed to death is a nice way to go for someone so evil. Really? We measure death by blood and violence now. But only when it is about what someone deserves. The mirror of Game of Thrones is potentially within us all.

A Real Game People Play.

War, power, authority, ruler-ship, thrones, sadly these things are part of reality. Power hungry people who would destroy anything and anyone to get what they want. Not just in the bloodshed of the streets, but in all realms of society; boardrooms, business, education, church, sport, art, culture, religion, the list is endless. It is a game, but not a game, as lives are destroyed, broken, devoured. We need to guard our hearts, and minds. As this is the well-spring of life. I’m sure there are many twists and turns to come in the final episode of Game of Thrones, just as there are in our own lives. Not everyone will be happy with what takes place. It is too big a show for everyone to be satisfied. But whatever happens let’s just take stock of how we feel inside, and where those feelings came from. When you think about it you may not like what you see.

Death Still Stings.

Family Matters.

Just over a year ago my wife Allison lost her mother. This was closely followed by the death of her eldest brother John, who had been living out in South Africa. Death sucks. “Death where is your sting?” seems like an ironic statement of total disregard to loss and grief. Losing a loved one can never be handled with pre-planned rock like stature, because grief is something that grips your guts and screams inside like no other feeling. There are still times I struggle with the concept of losing my mum to cancer. I still hate mother’s days, I still struggle to go back home, there is still a drop in my stomach when I see her picture and am reminded that I did not get home in time to say goodbye. Allison was in that zone, and still is in some respects, after the events of early 2018. Death had stung her good. Life was never going to be the same for her again. There was now a gaping hole where her mother was, and the thought that she was now one of four children, that used to be five. It was as the year unfolded after these events that I realised more and more that I needed to be where she was. Family matters.

Emmanuel.

Post Tonyrefail, and my journey outside the walls takes place. It was during this time that Allison realised she needed to be with others in a place of fellowship. She could not journey without that. We realised there was no right and wrong in this and released each other to outwork there own journeys in faith. Allison attended Emmanuel, a place where her brother Terence was Pastor, and a place where many of her family were in attendance, including her mother. At this stage, which included much spiritual pride, I told her I could not go with her. During this time Allison grew in her journey, got involved more and more, and now at regular intervals through the year preaches and leads worship. At times I would go to hear her but never wanted to get involved or join that world again. My eldest and youngest remained with her, Joel and Matthew. All free to journey as they see right. But over the last twelve months Allison has struggled. The seat where her mother sat is now empty. Favourite songs bring back memories and tears.

Joel’s Arm(y).

Convergence. Doors closing on my involvement in Passion. A real sense that I wanted to stand with Allison and my boys again, especially with all that had taken place over the last year. Also Joel was now starting to get involved and towards the end of the year announced that he wanted to be baptised. An incredible moment where I witnessed my eldest son grasping his own journey and story. I am proud of all my boys, whatever they decide to do. However they chose to journey. But Joel seems to be taking steps where I least expected him to. Just a couple of weeks ago he preached for the first time during a Sunday service. He was brilliant. I want to be around and watch him grow. I want to be there for Allison. I want to be there for Joel. I want to be there for Matthew. And Daniel and John, even though they do not attend there. I’m not there to minister or preach or lead, I’m there to stand shoulder to shoulder, not breaking rank, with my family. That it is full of extended family, or the style of worship, those things don’t matter one jot any more. I love the Divine threads that permeate everything that is unfolding. My heart is for people, whether in Emmanuel or Asda where I work. Secure in the everlasting arms. For the first time in nearly 15 years I stand with my family and worship.

Unless a seed falls into the ground and dies…

Death may hurt like hell, but only out of death can come forth life. Grief, an amazing, painful, spiritual gift of inexplicable proportions. But through the darkness there may just be a tinge of grey. And beyond the grey there may just be the smallest shaft of light. 

When is a Door Not a Door?

When it’s ajar.

Thought it was about time to write an update on the journey, for anyone out there who is remotely interested. It’s been nearly three years since my last post, and even longer than that since I wrote on my journey. A journey which took me out of church life and structure and into a life of disconnect from where I had been positioned for nearly twenty years. A life of re-connection with the Divine in and through all things after a time of disillusionment and breaking down of my identity wrapped up in church leadership. And then a surprise swing back into “church” life to stand with a friend who had suffered a heart attack. This standing was a positive experience and made me realise that there is hope within the walls, and that a door that is ajar brings grace and peace and joy. It has never been about being in or out, but about heart and life and experience and all that entails in a life of freedom. I am so honoured and privileged to have been able to stand with the folk in Passion, who gave me back a joy to serve and love and worship and share. There are those with amazing hearts marginalised within the walls, who gather for more than just a meeting. And my road to wholeness continues. You never realise how much hurt is carried until confronted with a few things. The scars were touched by a healing balm as we worshipped and journeyed.

The Shutting of Doors.

Have often wondered how long this part of the journey would be for. Had often had the thought of three years in my mind and heart. Yet it is funny how we often need more than a hint about things. First thing that happened was my car had engine issues and became a bit of a write off. The mechanic said it is just not worth fixing. That sort of honesty in a mechanic is not usual. So I had to rely on others to get to places. But I still managed to get lifts to passion. The next thing was a shift in my job situation. Nights were getting to me. I had walked those holy aisles for over ten years. I got a job in a factory. After a couple of days I realised I did not like it, and that I had made a big mistake. I looked to get my old job back, the hours had gone. But they found me a job on days in the chilled department. But this meant hours that took me out of Thursday night’s gathering. I was happy with that, but getting increasingly uncomfortable. But I was back in those holy aisles. New connections. Old connections. Customers. Loved it. The door was shutting more and more on a chapter but still I soldiered on. Then I was asked to work Sundays. I took the opportunity. But it clashed with Sunday life as I had known it for the past three years. I knew the door had closed. While others fretted I was at total peace. It was painful, I loved the guys at Passion, but I knew the time to step out had come. This time I stepped out with peace, joy, health and no sense of disillusionment or lack of identity at all. I was secure in the arms of the Divine. Whether in the aisles of Asda or in life at home I was steeped in grace and love.

A New Door(ning).

Parallel to all this something else was going on that was highlighting the next step. The life outside the walls was as secure as anywhere, and the new shifts were just the tonic. But there was some things that were going on with my family that was more than an under-current. A new door, a new dawning. But that is for next time. Just want to comment on the fact that the journey remains ever surprising, ever amazing, ever frightening and full of curve balls. Convinced the most amazing stories are still being written in the margins, and that the unseen places are the most powerful. We journey on forever in the eternal Palm, and forever indebted to grace and love.

Album review; Ghostly Beard- Infinite E.P.

Those regular readers of my blog will realise a couple of things; 1) I have not written for a very long time and 2) In all my journeying I have a deep love for music. Yet when an offer was made to obtain this release from a Facebook forum for readers of the excellent Prog Magazine, with the proviso that a review would be made on a blog I could not resist to both add to my collection of CD’s and hear something new from an aspiring artist.

Ghostly Beard is the moniker of artist Patrick Talbot, who not only wrote all the lyrics and music on this release, but also played all instruments and did all vocals. Such talent makes me sick, lol. First off I love both the name and the artwork. Stunning album cover that immediately grabs my attention. But what of the music? Five tracks that are described as encompassing soft rock, jazz, prog rock, fusion, pop, classic rock and more. A very broad soundscape of genres and music. But does it deliver? Here is my track by track surmising;

Close Your Eyes- The sound of a clock ticking is the introduction to the first track. A sound that a few artists have used over the years. Then comes the music; gentle swathes of keyboard and guitar. The mood reminds me of the k-scope band Nosound, or the more ambient moments of No-Man. The solo is very Gilmour-esque. The softer sounds of Floyd remain all over this release. This is an impressive opener that draws you into a world of chilled out moods and great musicianship. Incredible to think this is the work of just one man.

“If there’s a chance

That ll your failures be redeemed

You may find peace and quiet is hiding in the loving of a child.”

Frozen in Time- Again a gentle sound permeates the ears of the listener. A sense of peace floods over the soul as these songs unfold. Great bass sound on this track. I think this is my favourite track on the release. The solo again is pure Gilmour. This is quite a commercial, catchy number that I could just put on repeat and listen to over and over. My only complaint. It seems to be over all too quickly.

“No more sorrow

Running under current

Silver Rainbow

Lighting all our love”

No Return- Another great track. This one reminds me musically of Peter Gabriel’s more tribal stuff, and yet the keyboard and electronic sounds permeating takes it to an altogether different place. An almost Stranglers type vocal joins the fray, but it never stops the sense of hope that glides around the sound. The guitar and keys are almost reminiscent of some seventies movie, and yet the track is very much up to date. A great track. Then Gilmour brings in the solo again.

Limitless- My least favourite track on the E.P. Just doesn’t do it for me. More of a soft rock approach here, but it lacks the unexpected sounds and journeys of the other tracks. Could be a radio hit, but then could also so easily be that background elevator music. Although I do love the (sound of) the oboe solo, which is over far too quickly.

“My love, in the end, will be limitless.”

Winter Dance- The release ends with an instrumental. A beautiful number that incorporates a real jazz/fusion sound. Again it washes over gently, and all the instrumentation is perfect. A track which again is far too short. This could have journeyed and washed over me so much more over a greater time period. Leaves me intrigued and wanting more. Patrick Talbot is an incredible talent.

In conclusion, an impressive initial release from Talbot. I look forward to journeying more and hearing where he takes all these influences next. It is a release that is well worth investigation and investing in. The future looks bright for the artist known as Ghostly Beard. Hear him here first.