When we allowed ourselves to be helpless together, in public, it was strangely empowering

William Taylor
31 December 2025, The Tablet

Alpha to Omega

Public lament is one of the things we do as Omega Clapton, our new practice community. We do it on Clapton Common, a piece of land opposite St Thomas’ Church. We started on the shortest day of 2024, and we have continued to meet on the twenty-first of every month since, including Midsummer Day. Going out in the evening rush hour and gathering around a brazier with some drums and a shruti box, we open the door a fraction on to the stone sadness in our hearts. It feels like a weird thing to be doing, but also necessary.

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