ANNE CASTON

Ashes to ashes; dust to dust. 

 

Between the two old gateposts of birth and death, we live out our lives. We pick our plot of ground - or someone picks it for us.  The journey away from that place becomes either destructive or redemptive, sometimes an estuary of hope and despair.    

 

Prodigal is a tale of leaving and returning. It is a solitary tale though many others inhabit it.  It is a new gospel - written by the wanderer - a gospel of redemption and the search for that ever-illusive place we call home.