Honey in the Medicine: Spirituality, Sensibility and Clarity

  October, my birth month, brings reflection. Entering an era of realising how much I don’t need. Responsibilities I’ve outgrown, inheritanc...

Does space surround us, or is it through us? Not only universal space, worlds exploding, fragmenting, flaming, but local space as well. The ...

  Where do you stand right now? What do you assume to be true (does that word still have meaning?). What do you assume to yourself:   respon...

  July in the Southern Hemisphere: the centre of winter. Weather inhabits the great outdoors. Indoors, a metaphor, a habitation, and a house...

June, the month of youth, of weddings and families and beginnings.  Intentions, purposes, goals. There’s what you intend, and there’s what a...

  To speak of the May is to speak of the seasons. The stars, including the Sun, enact their performances without reference to humanity, yet ...

  The Lent Project is more reflection than penance, but continually faces me with my limitations. My messy desk. Blots on paper. The wrong b...