'And they lived happily ever after ...'

Dedicated to those who have done the greatest damage I am a simple woman on whom the gift of language might be said to be largely wasted, re...

It was at one of  John Homewood's talks that I first encountered the figure of the cross as a living articulation between our breath an...

Oh, my dear God, sweet Christ: who would believe this estuary of us - who is the river and who the sound of the sea? Longer than the count o...

I've always thought it lovely that cattle and donkeys stood around while Mary was giving birth to Jesus, and that is partly why I chose ...

I reflected last week on the sacred nature of words, and related this to the language of the heart - that is to say, to that organ, which es...