If you have understood, then what you have understood is not God. St. Augustine I have come to know of a darker God. There are hours in the night when He is formless and void beyond all that is. Impersonal and elsewhere, He is the frightening spaciousness that swallows the universe whole. He is in stark […]
Lone coyote whispers through the shallow grasses that bind the ridge above to the creek below. The moon throws off the last of its refractions from the deep end of the indigo sky. This morning he is lost in the abundant daily question of life or death? He has no executive function impeding his drive […]
Autumn is of letting go, returning to the ground in slow surrender. We rise, then fall, once green, now crimson, pouring out to earth like the blood of the covenant. We wonder most in autumn if there is something beyond everything. Hold on as long as strength allows to flare into the charis wheel of burning […]
Field Notes on Faith and the First World
Exploring depths previously unsounded in oneself, as best one may.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Supporting ways of being that are life-giving and sustainable for people, communities and the planet.
Believes everyone has a story to tell.
James Scott Smith 