advent apertures 2019: day 12

Not the profound dark night of the soul   and not the austere desert to scorch the heart at noon, grip the mind in teeth of ice at evening   but gray, a place without clear outlines,   the air heavy and thick   the soft ground, clogging my feet if I walk, sucking themContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 12”

advent apertures 2019: day 7

Mercy, there have been revelations. Grace, there has been realisation.  Still, you must travel the path of time and circumstance.   The further you go, the more it comes back to paying attention. The rough skin of the tallowwood, the trade routes of the lorikeets, a sky lifting behind afternoon clouds.  Staying close to theContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 7”

advent apertures 2019: day 3

One morning we will wake up and forget to build that wall we’ve been building, the one between us the one we’ve been building for years, perhaps out of some sense of right and boundary, perhaps out of habit.   One morning we will wake up and let our empty hands hang empty at ourContinue reading “advent apertures 2019: day 3”

adventapertures 2019: day 2

My findings are clear. From Greece to the Netherlands to California to China to India, wonder matters. Wonder is the beginning of all wisdom. Wonder is the first of all passions. Wonder is the beginning of all writing. Wisdom, emotions, and creativity – all borne from wonder. It’s led me to confirm what one WesternContinue reading “adventapertures 2019: day 2”

adventapertures2019: Sunday 1

I was passionate, filled with longing, I searched far and wide. But the day that the Truthful One found me, I was at home. Lal Ded (a 14th century Kashmiri, translated by Jane Hirshfield)   ‘How can this be?’ If an Archangel appears in my living room speaking of me as the fulfilment of anContinue reading “adventapertures2019: Sunday 1”

germination

‘image into ikon’ is the new name for the shot at ten paces blog which began life in Lent 2013.  The name ‘shot at ten paces’ arose out of a conversation with the poet Gillian Wallace in 2012 whilst I was describing the limitations, frustrations and practicalities of taking photographs whilst living with a chronicContinue reading “germination”