Sunday, 7 November 2004


Wired, tired

I love helping with Greenbelt, but long meetings like this weekend's leave me shattered.

Last night we talked long about arts, theology and imagination; their origins, their development and their place. Fantastic stuff to be chewing on, but it's tough going for me at times.

I realised too how much I've changed these past few years. How now, if you were to ask me I'd tell you of the vitality of art: how central it seems to be to the human experience, while previously I thought of it as an add-on.

Dropping in on Ruth and family on the way home seemed like a good idea, but I was too distracted mentally to make it a good visit. I must go back soon. But first I must sleep.

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