A late Easter is always lovely. It can be, if you’re lucky a little like late August weather.
The horizon re-sets my expectations. It represents the maximum sphere of influence I have as a participant in the co-creation of the world.
The Greeks of course have words for these ideas. Anno Domini is Chronos. And the time and place that we are embedded in is Kairos, or right timing.
I’m back on the chalk for Easter. Its nice to be home – which my teenage self would find extremely an annoying thing to hear myself saying