Posts

“Voices From Things Growing in a Churchyard” by Thomas Hardy

Learning to live confidently, creatively & hopefully at the dialectic’s point of change

“Icy wind of night, be gone, this is not your domain”—A winter walk on Grantchester Meadows

Awaiting the string quartet . . . and the night walk home through Cambridge

What then must we do?

Encounter—a religious naturalist “road to Damascus” experience

Just wear, tear and the drying out of wood?—On the (non)miraculous appearance of a cross in the Cambridge Unitarian Church

Must the answer be kingship, priesthood and death?—Seeking a wholly naturalized celebration of Epiphany