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Author: Adrian Scott

The River

It contains a kind of magical quality, not the ridiculous optimism that many Christians seem to engage in: that belief is an insurance policy against tragedy and pain. This magic works through reversal, downturns inconstancy, instability, uncertainty, unpredictability, and invites, by its very flow, the

Now I am 54

In honour of others, especially Matt Haig (see his book 'Reasons to Stay Alive'), who have been open and honest about their own mental health difficulties I post this blog in the hope that none of us need suffer in silence and feel as if


This is the week, in Sheffield, when the blossom is at its best. Blossom As you drive past the hanging blossom of the cherry tree, you are moving too fast. Their pale luminescence an unnoticed glory, a promise, year by year, you fail to keep. But one day soon you will stop, get

Meeting my Father-in-Law

Yesterday would have been my Father-in-Law Donald Malcolm's 90th birthday, what a man. Here is the poem I wrote for him remembering the day we fist met. Meeting My Father-in-Law Your warm and bearlike hand grasped my slim, collegiate palm more turned to turning pages than industry and grind. At

There is a Stage

There is a Stage There is a stage called the present moment that you are constantly stepping onto. If you concentrate you can sense its curtain call just under your navel, that union of courage and instinct. A breathing anchor that keeps you right here in the present action of your life. A whole cast