Category: Prose

The fingerprints of the divine are all over my life, or that’s how I perceive it; I see it now like a light has been switched on – nudging all over the place, pointing, raising me at the right moments. I don’t even know if I have ‘got anywhere’ as such in terms of material…

Human love points beyond itself to something extraordinary and ineffable…..

Many of us are surrounded on a daily basis by unexpected good will that we receive almost unknowingly….

Why make art? It doesn’t last. Why make music? The moment passes. Well…