Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation,
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky.
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, so we continued And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for Birth or Death?
There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different…
– from T.S. Eliot Journey of the Magi

We may not all sing from the same hymn book and indeed some may not have any hymnbook. But we have all been sharing something of our life vision in one way or another for decades now. I really want to share with you what brings you joy and wisdom in this life. Here I am taking the liberty of hoping that my joy will not be an alien thing to you.

I usually send a good number of greeting cards at Christmas but a number of health related issues in the past few months have knocked me off my stride and slowed me down – most recently routine eye surgery last week. Don’t be concerned. I’m in good hands and all shall be well.