7.30 am: A communion. I’ve a life, a day, and all the opportunities, challenges, and the good that they offer – both to do and to receive. 8.30 am: I walked to the Old College via North Gate Street, North Parade, Terrace Road, along the shoreline, Marine Terrace, Pier Street, and King Street. It was an unusually noisy morning: 9.00…

7.40 am: A communion. There’s little to be gained from reaching for what’s already within one’s grasp. I’m drawn to the impossible (or what seems to be): ambitions that require of me more than I can give, presently; projects which must fail often before they succeed, and appear so unwieldy that I feel weary merely at the thought of them;…

Last evening, I attended a one-man performance by Ian McKellen at the Aberystwyth Arts Centre. He is, without a shadow of doubt, one of our greatest living actors. McKellen seized and held the audience from the moment he opened his mouth. It’s a power that comes from the artiste’s self-possession (their sense of presence unto themselves) – an inner energy…

7.00 am: A morning: 8.00 am: A communion. 9.00 am: Studiology. I returned to ‘All Scripture’ and began listening to the whole, moment by moment, to eek out the potential of the existing options to the full. In my head, I can now conceive the order of the CD compositions, in relation to one another. A beginning and an end…

6.30 pm: As the sun rises earlier, then so do I. 7.45 pm: A communion. 8.30 am: I battled against the on-coming wind and rain in a landscape reminiscent of a George Chapman painting. There’re regrets, longings, and the pain of loss that come upon one suddenly and unbidden like a sea squall, and violently like a blow to the…

Sometimes, a good thing comes masked as evil; and sometimes an evil thing comes masked as good. 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Adminy things. So much of life comprises small and incidental responses, adjustments, and motions of mind. Such need to be corralled, so that the bigger issues and more ambitious enterprises have space in which to grow. 9.00…

7.00 am: I awoke to a downpour. ‘Focus. Fulfil the routine. Concentrate on what you’re doing rather than feeling. Your days are numbered; they’ll pass more swiftly than you can imagine.’ 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: I made adjustments to the morning’s schedule in order to fit in a medical appointment. 9.00 am: I reviewed yesterday’s studio work during…

7.15 am: Downstairs for breakfast, with Enid – and her twin sister Ethel on the corridor’s opposite wall – ever wakeful and looking on imperiously: 8.00 am: A communion. In between appointments at Saturday’s busy and demanding Visiting Day at the School, I published an extended blog on my sound exploits and forthcoming album: ‘The Biblical Record: Converting Scripture into…

Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth (Psalm 124.8). 7.30 am: The garden was awakening to the onset of Spring: 8.00 am: A communion. Some time ago one of my tutees, who’d an admirable concern for the wellbeing of her peers, remarked that in her experience most students get drunk because they feel hopeless.…

8.00 am: A communion. The wind beat down upon the house; and I recalledthe stormthat buffeted my heart, and took awaywhat I had valued most. 9.00 am: I arrived at the School and departed immediately in order to buy milk for staff (who were getting restless for their first coffee of the day). 9.20 pm: The dispatches, a period of…