“This morning I felt I was having a touching, quiet conversation with something eternal, like standing in a forest, surrounded by whispers of wisdom that have been growing for centuries. I have spent so many years running through the world, and now I tread more gently and walk more slowly, bowing at times and pausing often, appreciating that stillness is not stagnation but something “holy”. The trees, with their rooted patience, remind us to stay, to be, to allow the light to flow through us instead of always chasing it.”
Nigel Tattersfield, writer
Chorlton Unitarians 