As I walked out today, the great tits were already singing their spring songs: ‘I am here! See how fit and healthy I am! I wish to mate!’1 I had woken up with far too much love and nowhere to stow it. So, with a prayer and a wry smile, I laid my bundle at the door of The Great Mystery.
And then He said2, ‘Tell them about that time I fixed your back.’
I spent a long time forgetting this, thereby resisting some kind of initiation. Now it’s time to stop running.
First published here with full transcript, notes and more images, January 29th 2024.
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