One day I looked out my window; one evening I went walking near my house; one night I raised my eyes to the stars as I bicycled through the streets of my city suburb… and I realised that the only thing that could ever banish us from the Garden of Eden would be our own wilful blindness to it, our turning of a deaf ear to its presence.
These journal extracts are glimpses, moments of life in my own neighbourhood on ordinary days of an ordinary life in an ordinary town.
May your own corner of the world, from the exquisite dewbead under your foot to the glorious galaxies over your head, be a constant reminder to you that we are unbanishable, for The Garden of Eden is everywhere, never more than a glance away.