As we leave school every day, the girls often race ahead of me, chatting to each other about their day. But when they get to the top of the hill, they pause, for there the road splits, and they don't know where I have parked the car. I call out from behind them, "to the … Continue reading Hear his voice
A friend sent me this text today “pondering sacred spaces … (feels like there are none)”. And I wonder if she’s right, because we are looking in the wrong place. Because the ordinary is actually the sacred. Because the routine of basting the ham every ten minutes for lunch tomorrow, has a sacredness of its … Continue reading the sacred ordinary