For Tracy Chapman,the currents run deep and at their own pace. As an artist,this is the definition of faith.
170 years ago,Leight Hunt wrote about “The Religion of the Heart”. His definition of that phrase still has relevance for us all today.
Our dog Denis had a good,long life. And we had a good life because of him.
Pope Leo X revoked the title from Henry VIII,as Gough Whitlam did from the Queen 50 years ago. The title will be Charles III’s,except in Australia.
The garden forever carries the seasons in the soul. Painters and poets have walked among its flowering,and in autumn drawn forth on it.
Grief is inexpressible,coming up against the horizon of nothingness is beyond words. And yet for three years words have washed up onto the shore.
Since poet Robert Burns noted it down from an old man in the 1700s,the song has been covered by artists from Beethoven to Bruce Springsteen.
In this festive time of year,the sky,the ceiling,the rafters of churches and the Sidney Myer Music Bowl will be coloured with a choral kaleidoscope.
Countless tributaries have run from the river of words that is the Bible. For a child in Newcastle in the 1970s,holding a little copy was unfathomable.
As the creeks and rivers rise,know that this day will pass and the waters will recede.
Johnny Depp has teamed up with guitar legend Jeff Beck on a new album,and whatever you think of the man,the music speaks for itself.