Still, Small Wind

Sitting in a hammock on the Houghton roof at 9:00 on the first really warm evening of the spring, looking out over the city with pen in hand and journal on my lap, my bare feet brushing the cool stone tiles and a gentle breeze wrapping its way around me.... it's easy to believe, in such moments, that God was in a still, small wind.

More blogs to come when I have time. I have lots scribbled on various bits of paper, waiting to be polished and typed.