Paul Kingsnorth

1 week ago | paulkingsnorth.substack.com | Paul Kingsnorth

Hello everyone. I wanted to drop you a little note to apologise for the lack of Sunday Pilgrimage postings these past few weeks; but also to update you on what I plan and expect for my work at the Abbey over the next few months. I’ve been quite ill for the last couple of weeks. It’s nothing fatal (I’ve checked) and it seems to be improving now, but I’ve been down with something that has exhausted me. There has been a lot of sleeping and fuzzy-headedness and general lack of energy.

2 weeks ago | paulkingsnorth.substack.com | Paul Kingsnorth

I haven’t been well these last few days, and have not been able to write my usual Sunday Pilgrimage instalment. I hope to be back on the road next week. Instead, I’m offering up this essay, which was recently ‘printed’ in the Free Press in the US. It’s about the life of a pioneering American Orthodox figure whose journey has both intrigued and inspired me. Last year I was invited to give a talk about Christianity and nature at Canisius University in Buffalo, New York.

3 weeks ago | paulkingsnorth.substack.com | Paul Kingsnorth

A very happy St George’s Day to all of my English readers - and, indeed, to any readers in Georgia, Bulgaria, Ukraine, Malta, Ethiopia, Moscow or Genoa, all of which claim the dragon-slayer as their patron. He’s a well-travelled saint, is George. I don’t think he ever visited any of these countries - he certainly never set foot in England - but perhaps that’s a measure of success. Globalisation isn’t a new phenomena. Last year, I wrote a piece here about the ‘English soul’ to mark our saint’s day.

3 weeks ago | paulkingsnorth.substack.com | Paul Kingsnorth

The force that through the green fuse drives the flowerDrives my green age; that blasts the roots of treesIs my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked roseMy youth is bent by the same wintry fever. What is this force, this force that through the green fuse drives the flower, that through my bones drives a weariness more often now, that through the rocks drives the water? Is it time, merely? Encroaching death?

3 weeks ago | thefp.com | Paul Kingsnorth

I have never met anyone quite like Paul Kingsnorth. He used to be the kind of radical environmentalist who chained himself to bridges. He’s been an atheist, a Zen Buddhist, and a Wiccan. He spent his first few decades of life searching, as so many of us do, for something deeper. Call it “the meaning of life.” Then, a few years ago, Paul found it—in the Romanian Orthodox Church.