The morning
will break. This
turning to that.
To view the
edge of a new thing
from the far side of an
old thing. To be
through with what
is meant to go beyond.
To share the lingering night
with light
and open what has been
withheld
as a gift of
other and elsewhere
to the new day.
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 