If ours alone to chart a course unto the stars. If but a day to seize a breath of sunlit air. If mere a touch of earthly flame where flesh was heartened innocent, to give the fruit of loin and womb as gift to world with no return, still, there is love. If toil adorned […]
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 