Sunday morning . . . . I'm a minister. . . . But this Sunday morning, I'm not in a building, I'm not even with other people. I'm not singing songs, I'm not bowing my head with the collective prayer, I'm hearing the stories of faith, or engaging in words that bring life or opportunity to explore, and connect hope with my own story an that of others around me. I'm out bush. I'm watching water, I'm watching light, ripples, small cascades, reflections, and then I'm watching a platypus play. |
Sometimes this is the space of my work. . . .