If there is a virtue
like water, something
real working deep, then
be as the canyon, willing to
give up on stately profiles
standing sheer on far horizons.
Channel a quenching
from whitened peaks.
Carry life to dry places.
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.
Writer. Book artist. Quaker. Believes everyone has a story to tell.