How does deep love feel? Sort of soggy, rich, like the humus of a forest floor. That’s as close as I can get. Stuff grows from it. It feeds everything we know. Connects us to everyone we have ever known, or will know. Roots us. Nurtures us, nourishes us. All this life truly is, along…

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…