📍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.
It is as though the earth during its infancy first carved out a fold - a hollow that sat somewhere within the realms of Fibonacci - a proportion drawn from the same geometry that threads itself through constellations.
When I walk back up into the nave, the visitor is there at the top of the steps, sat in a chair - as if he knew of the tenderness that was taking place beneath and was unable to enter in upon it.
Join me as we enter the church at St. Mary's Lastingham.
St. Mary, Lastingham Interior and Exterior
I think of it all - all that richness - and breathe deeply. These interventions make the place feel alive, as if the street itself is a mix of nutrients that nourish us as individuals and as communities.
The standing stone before me has occupied this spot for around 4,500 years.
Bridlington Priory Interior
This is how the masons who built this place would have seen it – and now this realm of rarified air, this dwelling place of angels, is soon to be joined by a humbled human being.
✨ Wondering why I ask for support?
An Anxiety of Memberships