A reluctant blogger this morning. Empty, clear. The sun is hiding. Green ivy on the wall out my window is luminous. Alone with the birds this week. Sink a little deeper into my skin. Aloneness opens new windows and doors.

Tony Hendra's 'Father Joe' hit me like a sledgehammer last night. 'When the father laughs at the son and the son laughs back at the father, that laughter gives pleasure, that pleasure gives joy, that joy gives love, and that love is the holy spirit.'

After such a long journey Tony brings his infant son to meet the old monk. The child laughs, the old monk smiles, the hard world dissolves into a secret world of joy and love.