The Secret Place

The Beauty of Darkness and Silence

DARKNESS. The absence of light. Is that it? The man fumbles through the door, tapping with his white stick as he goes. The door closes behind him. There are no windows. No light switches. Not that he can see. He moves forward slowly. His white stick knocks something in front of him. He carefully feelsContinue reading “The Beauty of Darkness and Silence”

Walk in The Secret Place 4

Keep safe. Be kind. Enjoy

My Walk in The Secret Place 2

Keep Safe. Be Kind. Enjoy.

My Walk in The Secret Place 1

Many of you followed my almost daily post on Facebook, entitled “Walk in The Secret Place.” Now I have wrestled myself free from social media, I thought you might like a weekly post with photographs I have taken during the last week. Enjoy. Keep safe. Be Kind. Enjoy

The Beauty of Winter

Winter as a child was fun! Living on a farm had advantages, we would often get snowed in for days at a time, which meant no school. Winter as an adult is not quite so much fun. Living on the south coast we hardly get any snow and when we do it is invariably goneContinue reading “The Beauty of Winter”

Psalms 91.1: He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I am writing this at the start of the third week of the COVID19 lockdown here in the UK. For most of us, we are confined to quarters, only allowed out of our homesContinue reading “The Secret Place”

Unforced Rhythms

It’s 4.45 in the morning. I’m already up. My sleep patterns are shot to pieces. I get a text from upstairs; the little one is awake and not going back to sleep. That’s not unusual. He is what we affectionately call our latest “drugs baby.” No one response works more than a couple of times,Continue reading “Unforced Rhythms”

Welcome to the Journey

I am a son, a husband, a father, a friend. I am, a recently retired, local authority foster carer, now a “Lollipop Man” at the local school, a sometimes churchgoer. I am a pilgrim, a traveller, an explorer, an avid reader and novice writer. And I am wounded and scarred, broken and damaged. And yetContinue reading “Welcome to the Journey”