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"Brian Draper has an extraordinary gift for providing nourishment for the soul." Clare Balding

 

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Welcome! Autumn's Here!

 

Thank you for visiting. Throughout the turning seasons, I love to make space to connect soulfully and creatively with life and faith. My work flows from a contemplative Christian spirituality.

I'm inspired by Cynthia Bourgeault to try to cultivate a 'deeply attuned mystical heart, anchored in a fierce, conscious presence' as I go. It's always work in progress, but I know it's better together - so please do join me for any series or events throughout the year!

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Recently I've loved running my autumn email mini series 'Fall & Rise', and a few autumn retreats to help embrace a season of 'hidden wholeness' which we sometimes fear. You'll see below a poem I wrote as a result of the email series.

I'm very much looking forward to Advent when it comes, and I'll let you know about my Advent email series when we reach mid-November. 

You can sign up to my general mailing list here, to be the first to hear about the Advent series, plus any further live or online events.

 

And you can browse my YouTube channel here, for reflections, interviews and previous 'Live at Five' sessions (which I run in conjunction with my email series). You'll find interviews with Rob Bell, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, John Eldredge, Martyn Joseph and more!

 

Thanks for visiting! Here's that poem ...

A Poem for Autumn

Fall and Rise

 

Be blessed Lord

as You bless to me

this autumn

In Your company;

 

the blushing leaves 

and veiling mist,

the apples which the

sun has kissed;

 

the darker nights,

and brave goodbyes;

the swallows 

emptying the skies.

 

O bless to me this

holy ground

where falling, breaking

things are found -

 

and up through which

new life will grow,

and from whose darkness

light will flow.

 

Please help me

in my own descent

to know the path

Is heaven sent;

 

sing through me

Your autumn song,

then plant me

deep where I belong.

 

The seed must crack;

to live, it dies.

With you, my Lord,

we fall, and rise.

Brian Draper

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