Something as natural and epic as a child’s birth. Something as unadorned as a stable. Something as lonely as being far from your home. Something as unexpected as shepherds and royal astrologers. The nativity is exceptional. Yet unassuming.
The most sacred space I know is between the first and last notes of a song. When all is aligned and your heart, body and mind are each at the peak of their wave, you can feel the presence of God. Or rather you can feel yourself inside the presence of God.
Thrown out onto the streets. A massive stroke. That car you never saw as you ran across the road. Realising that your best option is to take your own life. […]
Depending in the ebbs and flows of fortune I find myself in incantatory fashion intoning ‘Trust God,,,trust God,,,trust God’. And yet I feel that God is tired of my endless […]
I they took an arm, would I still be me? Of course.
Both arms? Well yes, still me.
What has to happen for me not to be still me?
Winter’s low-hung sun casts long shadows across the fields and streets of this serrano town.
Oxford University in 1978. I was there for two days of interviews to study Poltics, Philosophy and Economics. My straight path to join the elite was interrupted by a bug and I did not let on.
A laboratory will be looking at what runs inside me this week. My life-force will be reduced to numbers and hummed and hahed over by scientists.
It’s beginning to sound a lot like Christmas. There is an almost imperceptible tensioning in the air. This year it feels like an exam I have to pass. But this […]
