The world is silent, yet I hear sporadic twittering of birds. distant echo of the Sydney train – warning whistle blasts, the officious clattering of rails. Meaning is everywhere, each mote a swirling cosmos. A sudden flash of sunlight gilds the leaves outside my window Weeping cherry laughing at the dawn.
Last week, it was my privilege to present a session on spirituality for a local volunteer group, as part of their very comprehensive induction program. Attendees were drawn from a variety of theological and philosophical perspectives, ranging from the very devout to the atheistic, so it was both a challenge and a pleasure to create … More The Privilege of Witness
This week I had an appointment in a very rural part of the mountains and, having left myself plenty of time to find the address, found that I was very early. Not wanting to waste the beauty of a sunny day, I parked the car a little further along in a small, off-road area filled … More The Black Cockatoo
This reflection formed part of a recent retreat held at Wentworth Falls, NSW. RETURNING TO THE SELF It is a lovely phrase, but what does it mean? We may understand it intuitively, we may feel its gravitational pull, but our left-brains don’t quite know what to do with it. It is the essential blending which … More Returning to the Self
The Hollow Reed 