landscape

We are taught that Christ tore down the gates of Hell. My memorable trek by Hekla, the Icelandic “gateway of Hell” has left me convinced that when he did this, not only were the souls of the faithful released, but so too was beauty. And like those souls, beauty so redeemed can never again be contained.

On a cold Saturday morning in early March, I picked up the "Clerk of Oxford," and we drove out to South Leigh.

There is a very old legend that anyone who spends the night on Cadair Idris will either be struck mad or wake up a poet.

We are called to rejoice in the fellowship of those we cannot see or hear or touch, but who witness to us, urging us to "Build well."