Priesthope
I have no religion, but I needed to find your grave, and to chalk a coloured heart on your now ruined home. Marion, there is love in hope. In remembering … Continue reading Priesthope
being and becoming in the world
I have no religion, but I needed to find your grave, and to chalk a coloured heart on your now ruined home. Marion, there is love in hope. In remembering … Continue reading Priesthope
Last Sunday, whilst in Edinburgh, I revisited Greyfriars Kirkyard, where sitting on a table-tombstone I ate my sandwich lunch. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and colourful tourists … Continue reading HOPE