by Kate Kennington Steer – (All images by Kate Kennington Steer) I am drawn to light, of all kinds, in all shapes. I am pulled towards the symbols and manifestations…
by Kate Kennington Steer Every year I wonder whether to write something to mark Beltaine, the Celtic feast which celebrates a cross-quarter day in the year’s wheel, the end of…
By Kate Kennington Steer — I was unable to have children of my own, so holding my nephews, niece and friends’ children over the years has been such a precious…
By Kate Kennington Steer — I have just spent the last six months in a specialist neuropsychiatric unit in a South London hospital. The team have been trying to help…
By Kate Kennington Steer— ‘No one is an island’ is a phrase that has been echoing round my mind for a while now. It echoes through all the talks, votes,…
By Kate Kennington Steer — Prayer the church’s banquet, angel’s age, God’s breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage, The Christian plummet sounding heav’n…
Today is Blue Christmas! Enjoy this post by Kate Kennington Steer — ‘I follow light’ This darkness is a rope, not a prison: hand over hand I haul myself…
By Kate Kennington Steer — Where do I start writing about where to start? My jobs list for ‘post Christmas’ already ran at two pages before Advent had begun. I…
By Kate Kennington Steer– It’s so delicate, the light. And there’s so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night. And it…
by Kate Kennington Steer Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house. Izumi Shikibu (974?-1034?) Jane Hirshfield/Mariko Aratani Jesus…
