The old fisherman drops off the dog but seems on the river already. With anxious feet, he’s off to the truck, to the road, to the river! I understand the haste, the sense of shortened days, and how few we spend in water. He’s not quite conscious to work out the bugs of bearing beliefs, […]
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 