Stories make us more alive more human more courageous more loving.

One foggy night I was walking the dogs down the lane and heard the geese very close overhead calling calling their marvellous strange cry as they flew by. I think that is what our own best prayer must sound like when we send it up to heaven.

If we allow our high creativity to remain alive we will never be bored. We can pray standing in line at the super market. Or we can be lost in awe at all the people around us their lives full of glory and tragedy and suddenly we will have the beginnings of a painting a story a song.