Connection

The First Cathedral, With Angels

It’s Easter Sunday morning and I am sitting behind my house, near the liminal space marking the border between the garden and the Wild Wood. I am watching for the foxes. The vixen and her three kits. For several years a family of foxes has taken up residence in the complicated, many-entranced den where once…

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Reading in Dark Times

It can be difficult for me to remain cheery in the midst of world events. It’s hard to remember that all things are born, live and die into transformation, only to repeat the cycle over and over again. This is true, I believe of all sentient things, as well as eras, cultures, nations, planets… The…

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