The Room of My Soul
In the room of my soul, there are arched windows. Made of stone, they crumble a bit. But the windows frame the ever changing landscape. I keep an eye on…
In the room of my soul, there are arched windows. Made of stone, they crumble a bit. But the windows frame the ever changing landscape. I keep an eye on…
We are like colours that collide and form an artwork. We are like jewels that recognise the stardust in one another. We see the face of God mirrored back to…
I had loads of fun creating this. It's my firm belief that an arts practise can be a form of meditation, deepening our ability to stay present in the moment,…
I want to share with you a dream I had, as the imagery was so powerful, it has given me much to reflect on. I’ve called the dream (and the…
‘I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me, and I in you, you will bear much fruit. As the Father has loved me, so I…