Through death to life

Out of darkness and death Life springs and hope is renewed.   Before that though There is the damp, clinging, claustrophobic embrace Of dirt, water and dark. Light is unwelcome, And the seed dies.   The water and blood must pour Before the death can be...

February Newsletter 2020

In my teens I developed a sudden and insatiable love for the sport of basketball. I would play for hours on end, often seven days a week. I remember cycling down to school on Sunday afternoons and practicing for hours before the school week began – more often than not...