The child sang free in early years of fading radiance until she learned of ashes and drear of inner substance. This is the great satan we call the use of shame. We glory in our lurching constrictions and holy ordinances, all for fear of life, all for fear of life. What is this mark we […]
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 