William Blake’s poem Auguries of innocence begins:
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
I was reminded of this today while chanting the “Magnificat” (the song of Mary). Each interval between the pitch of one note and the [...]

Finding a spirit guide in Snowdonia

The walk from our house to the adjacent town of Eastleigh, which I took this afternoon, passes initially through the water meadows of the river Itchen, a large part of which is a nature reserve. It’s bounded on the South by the M27 motorway and on the West by Southampton Airport. The M3 motorway is [...]

Yesterday, as we were pottering around the house, Isabel cried, “there’s a bird in the house” and something flew past me. This is always a nuiscance: birds panic and hurtle around the room, shitting on the furniture and threatening to fly straight into you. But then the “bird” could not be found – until we [...]