📍Loci: A Grain of Sand.
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
Like the imprint of sand left behind by the receding tide, our absence etches patterns of meaning that linger long after we’re gone.
I can’t help but feel a sweet and sour mix of emotions as I contrast the kindness of strangers and the harsh realities of the world we live in. How can such small acts of kindess overcome the overwhelming and destructive tilt of this world?
A church that leads to the sea, with a delightful C12th nave and an unusual ship grafitto on a column in the arcade.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships