As my friend, Stephen McCormick was about to set off to walk the Camino to Santiago de Compostela a send-off was arranged. I couldn’t get to it so I wrote a poem to wish him well. I’m so pleased that he has included it in his
‘Compostela’ means ‘field of stars’ and it made me think of a photograph that I looked at often during a period where I was feeling low. The camera’s eye was deep under the surface of a pond, looking up along the slender column of a water plant’s stalk, to the underside of the flower; up through the water to a new and intriguing sky. Continue reading Poem in Shamrocks and Shells