Month: April 2019

8.00 am: A communion. 8.45 am: ‘Where are my keys? Have you seen my keys?’ Along with a mislaid wallet and phone, the loss of keys are among those evils…

8.00 am: A communion. 9.00 am: A reckoning on the day and week ahead; I aim to make the most of my time, opportunities, and myself. I broke open the…

9.00 am: After the night’s storm the runner beans were bedraggled and empty packet of new bulbs, strewn across the lawn: And the wind and rain raged still. Storms are…

8.15 am: A communion. 9.00 am: A fast-paced walk to the School to retrieve information vital to the morning’s admin. Next week is the last for undergraduate and MA teaching…

‘Will you come to visit me?’, she asked. The voice – which was at one and the same time unfamiliar and yet known – spoke inside my head as I…

Madeira (April 12–22).I’d travelled the length, breadth, height, and depth of the island over a period of ten days. I’d been taxied from one notable landmark and beauty spot to…

Somethings can happenSomethings can happen, but shouldn’tSomethings don’t happenSomethings don’t happen, but shouldSomethings don’t happen, and shouldn’t 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: To School, under such a dispiriting grey…

‘I do see angels, John, I do!’ (Nicholas Evans) 7.45 am: A communion. Dark clouds and rain descended. All is metaphor. We approach what’s intangible, unseeable, eternal, uncertain, unknowable, felt,…

7.15 am: A ‘tree … in the midst of the garden’: 8.00 am: A communion. Some people would be aghast to know that I prayed for them. If they told…

8.30 am: ‘Out back of here’ rain clouds gathered, seaward: Coincidently, following yesterday evening’s comments on my evening-work regime, the following tweet was posted by the THE. I’ve known staff…