journeys at home and abroad
We couldn’t make the Greenbelt Festival for the first time in years, mud ‘n all.
And missed a cracking line-up: Proclaimers (and I would walk five hundred miles . .), Diarmaid MacCulloch, Lucy Winkett, a few Iona Community folk, Mark Vernon – plus the chance to sharpen up on justice issues, drum till our fingers glowed at the chai chapel, stare across the universe from the Panoramic Lounge and bump into lots of Londoners we never bump into in London.
In short, it’s a good way to catch up on what folk are thinking before they write their book, while enjoying a bit of music, life drawing/caligraphy, starry nights, edgy church/theology, family camping (yes, it gets better) and the fresh-air freedom that suddenly hits you when you leave the metropolis.
Twitter’s #gb12 links to a couple of post-Greenbelt posts from atheist and Muslim contributors to the Festival –
Robin Ince “Does it matter to me if someone is religious? No. Does it matter to me if someone justifies their cruelty or oppression to others because of their religion? Yes.”
and Mohammed Ali “There is lots to learn from one another, and its spaces like this that can offer a refreshing retreat from the chaos of the city, to explore issues together.”
Both worth a read, particularly if you think the public conversation on religion and belief has shifted and become more interesting and nuanced over the last year. Is it about belief? Or is it more about how we negotiate living well together in spite of differences, how we spend public money, how we tackle injustice together?