The End of the Universe?

As I arrived at the Medicine Wheel Dance this morning there were signs on the school premises we're using that said New Life. It turned out this was a local church that meets there on a Sunday but it could equally well have described the teachings on my weekend: a wonderful combination of shamanic journeying and imagery with heartbeat and five rhythms dancing. I feel recharged and empowered, with a sense of the possibilities for healing and, indeed, living a new life.

I was amused that the nearest tube station to the course venue was Tufnell Park. This is always associated for me with a quote from G. K. Chesterton's Father Brown stories, which I once induced a friend of mine to use at the front of his PhD thesis: "It was one of those journeys on which a man perpetually feels that now he must have come to the end of the universe, and then finds he has only come to the beginning of Tufnell Park."

As it turns out, the beginning of Tufnell Park seems like quite a good place to start a new life in the universe.