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There are times when you oughtn’t to lay-in a course for land. Instead, let your boat be driven where the wind and waves dictate. They may take you somewhere incomparably better than you’d anticipated. WFH: DAY 99. 8.15 am: A communion. The day would be devoted to my PhD tutees, largely: tutorials, external examiner communications, examination timetabling, research proposals, etc.…

It’s not alone the guilt and shame of sin (which God is gracious to forgive) that may weigh heavily upon us. There is, too, that profound regret and disbelief at the realisation of its enormity and enduring consequences in the present and for others. WFH: DAY 95. 7.45 am: 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: Mulling over yesterday’s decisions. ‘If…

‘Old failings, old sores, old wounds’ (Tom Wright, John for Everyone, II (2002)) WFH: DAY 94. 8.15 am: A communion. Occasionally, I’ll Google the names of friends and colleagues with whom I studied at art school in the late 1970s. Very few are visible online. And those that are are because they’ve achieved something in the field, either as practitioners…

WFH: DAY 93. 6.50 am: 7.30 am: A communion. 8.00 am: There’re times when the strangeness and uncertainty of this present life presents itself unbidden. I’m momentarily breathless. The sensation passes swiftly and involuntarily. That’s a mercy. Each day proceeds incrementally, task by task, challenge after challenge, determination after determination, hour by hour. ‘Sufficient unto the day is the evil…

WFH: DAY 92. 7.00 am: 8.00 am: A communion. 8.30 am: Was that thunder, the wind around the chimney stack, or a large lorry trundling across the main road in the middle distance. I miss the silence of lockdown? The seagulls have returned. I hear their shriek (and the call of few other birds, these days). I’ve seen them pecking…

Coconut shells for horse’s hooves Monday July 13. WFH: DAY 90. 8.30 am: A communion. 9.00 am: A sluggish start to the day. Following some as yet unsolvable app-failure problems and inbox pruning, I opened up my writing again for an hour. The dark clouds and incessant rain subdued the study. I resisted reaching for the desk lamp. My brain…