God’s Grandeur

Having just spent the past few days re-reading some of Keats’s poetry I am reminded of his delight in the beauty in the landscape which he saw all around him as he undertook his long walk through Scotland in 1818. His fellow Romantic poets, Hopkins and Wordsworth were also eager to write about the beautyContinue reading “God’s Grandeur”

“Plain living and high thinking are no more:”

It is certainly not the best photograph I have ever taken, but it is one that fills me with delight. While walking the coastal path in parts of Cornwall, there it was, and from a distance this slate stone wall resembled the colors one would hope to see on a library wall of books. PinksContinue reading ““Plain living and high thinking are no more:””

A steady cadence.

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of spending a few days in the south west corner of North Carolina. Renting a cabin in the woods in the Smoky Mountains provided a wonderful opportunity for walking in the woods. Many of my walks were made more pleasurable by the steady cadence of fast flowingContinue reading “A steady cadence.”

“For this, for everything, we are out of tune;”

In Geraldine Brooks’ novel Year of Wonders we are placed in a small village in the English Peak District in the year 1666 as the Great Plague sweeps through England causing untold sorrow and grief. The story begins with the main character, Anna, describing her village “We live all aslant here, on this steep flankContinue reading ““For this, for everything, we are out of tune;””