shot at ten paces

I am announcing the end of a season: this will be the last post for the shot at ten paces blog. ‘ image into ikon ’ is the new n...

I have just spent the last six months in a specialist neuropsychiatric unit in a South London hospital.   The team have been ...

When the Word fell silent on Golgotha - when, after a loud cry, both the high sound of his nervous system and the low sound of his...

Lord, This woman who encountered her shadow perceives the numinous in You, leads the women who come with grief ...

A dark hour scuffle as a sword is swung, a soldier cries out, clutching his ear. Another soldier hefts a hammer, iron splinter...

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer bes...