Notebook
"My mind is always stealing away my joy."
The above line caught my attention in an interview by Georgina…
Recent publication: "Through the Cracks - Memories of an Imperfect Biographer"
My journeying has taken me from a Himalayan hill station to Cold…
Our growing is not yet over
‘May seekers of truth give life to those who are satisfied…
Where is hope?
As destruction, injury, homelessness, austerity, poverty and…
Do you know me?
Gérard was waiting at the window of one of the l’Arche houses for people with disabilities. He had been told that an “important gentleman” was coming for lunch.
The wonder of a birth
A bullock-cart, bearing a desperately thin but heavily pregnant woman, her anxious husband and an enormous tin trunk, wound its way laboriously up the steep hillside.