Month: June 2019

12.15 am: My boys had come home, and they’d bought me a plant in advance of Fathers’ Day: a candelabra cactus (although not a cactus, strictly speaking, but, rather, an…

There’s a small dark cloud upon the horizon. 7.45 am: A communion. Things come into sharper focus, suddenly. Intuitions become realisations. Instincts become rationalisations. Hopes prove to be unfounded. The…

Now also when I am old and grayheaded, O God, forsake me not (Psalm 71.18);But even the very hairs on your head are numbered (Luke 12.7). New Era. 6.30 am:…

2009–19: 5.30 am: Awoke. I didn’t want to leave my 50s without taking a backward glance. The details of a decade evaporate on impact. Saying that, a good many of…

Even the darkness will not be dark to you;the night will shine like the day,for darkness is as light to you (Psalm 139.12). 6.30 am: Awake. 7.30 am: A communion. The…

A mortal, born of woman, few of days, and full of trouble, comes up like a flower and withers, flees like a shadow and does not last (Job 14.1–2). Sunday,…

8.00 am: A communion. And there must be times of transition and, with them, new realisations, convictions, and determinations. Woe unto you if your life is at a standstill. Change…

There are times when it seems as though everything turns ugly all of a sudden. 8.00 am: A communion. 9.15 am: Studiology: For sometime, while undertaking the final phase of…

8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: I had a text correspondence with one of our PhD students, who was due to deliver a paper at a Oxford University today, and…

8.00 am: A communion. 8.45 am: Into the Inbox to deal with emergency requests. (In the background, Brian Eno’s Another Green World.) I opened Blackboard once more, and ploughed on.…