If you read the subtitle to this icon, you will see that it is very different.
I know that the miracle of Easter is the same wherever we celebrate it, be it St Peter’s or St Catherine’s or St Casimir’s. But in Istanbul we are in magic carpet territory.
Many of us will have had to learn GK Chesterton’s tear-jerker of a poem at school in time for Palm Sunday. It’s the “ears like errant wings” that get me.
I have always wanted one of these mysterious and enviable spaces in the lives of my academical chums.
“Thou shalt not be overcome…”
A fable to remember this New Year?
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
My beloved Snail, my BH, my darling husband, died a week ago today; very suddenly, peacefully, and without pain.
“You have only the present…”
“Oh, how joyfully, Oh! how thankfully, wakes the world on Christmas morn!”