Reblogged from The Silent Eye:
In the early days of The Silent Eye, I thought it would be a good idea if Steve, Stuart and I, as the three directors of the school, shared a little about how we had come to work together. Our journeys were very different, yet shared some odd commonalities. As the accounts have languished in the vaults of the Silent Eye for a while, I thought it might be a good idea to republish them here…
‘Our own journey is entirely imaginary: that is its strength.’
– Louis Ferdinand Celine.
I grew up in a religiously tolerant family which knew a thing or two about love and faith. Nan left the Catholic Church to marry Gramps and their eldest son, Uncle Geoff, my mum’s little brother eventually rejoined the Catholic Church in order to marry Aunty Cath, which meant that when we went to spend holidays with Little Geoff and Janet and Mandy we went to their Church with them which was Catholic, and when Little Geoff, Janet and Mandy came to spend the holidays with us they came to our church which was Church of England. It didn’t seem odd to do this and it came as something of a shock to realise that in olden times people had lost their lives for less.
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