To speak love into this world is to give one’s self to a certain silence. Like there, against the cold blue, in the scattered aerial constellations of blackbirds is that which beckons one to whisper, blow through me as well, winter wind, for I am in you. As you move, I move. After such, what […]
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 