Shed in the
news yesterday. Not mine, but one beloning to Roald Dahl - his 'personal creative space' according to the lady from the museum. Apparently it's going to take £500 000 to fix it up and move it into the
Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre. They could have mine for a lot less than that.
So this blog has at least something in common with giant peaches and chocolate factories with no health & safety regulations.
Sheds are excellent 'personal creative spaces'. Probably something to do with controlling the environment. They let you start simple, and stay there - only putting really necessary things in there. (Assuming you have somewhere else for the lawnmower etc.) Mostly, you can avoid putting distractions in there. It helps to be in the garden too, away from people trying to get you to join the RSPCA, have your loft insulated or your (perfectly functioning) computer fixed. Though such isolationism isn't something I can sustain post-sabbatical.
In my distraction-free shed I have a couple of garden chairs, an old cardigan and a blanket. This would presumably meet the criteria of most monastic traditions. The great Celtic monks loved their cells where they would eat, sleep think and pray away their days.
They sometimes had fires for warmth though. As the weather gets colder, I may have to consider how to keep warm in a wooden shed. I don't have electricity - so no light either.
That's not too important as I can read my iPad in the dark - and I should mention that I can get a WiFi signal too. And a 3G phone signal. So, apart from being able to find almost any piece of information known, and being theoretically able to contact anyone in the whole world, I'm just like one of those heroic Celtic monks of old when I'm in my shed.
Roald Dahl's shed is apparently in a poor state of repair. Sheds are not really meant to last like houses are. They are temporary dwellings. Nice to stay a while, but I'll get back into the house and sleep in a warm bed inside, thank-you. The distinction between a temporary and a permanent dwelling is an important one in scripture.
Tom Wright points out in
Surprised by Hope, that the start of John 14 is often misrepresented in the context of bereavement (it's the most common reading at funeral services). The Father's house of many rooms is equated with heaven and permanently resting in peace. Since the word translated 'rooms' is
mone, meaning a temporary resting place, we should think of this as representing a step along the way to bodily resurrection. And this is what the early Christians had in mind.
John 14 GNB
“Do not be worried and upset,” Jesus told them. “Believe in God and believe also in me. 2There are many rooms in my Father’s house, and I am going to prepare a place for you. I would not tell you this if it were not so. 3And after I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to myself, so that you will be where I am. 4You know the way that leads to the place where I am going.”
5 Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going; so how can we know the way to get there?”
6 Jesus answered him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one goes to the Father except by me.