The journey ends. But never ends.

Back on board for the nine-hour return journey.

Oh, darn them — they caught my mood, in a café, on continuing here through this otherwise inexpressible space of disembodied über-financial Switzerland… It’s such a profoundly damned state to

The most essential tools of my transmission are these two vehicles: I support this work basically from talk to talk, from retreat to retreat. There is no endowment or organizational

But — oh! — the things you see out the window…

Driven, you might say, by “the hounds of heaven“, I attended Anglican Mass this past Saturday in Winchester Cathedral. I woke up before dawn in my simple pensione, as usual, did