“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

—William Blake

He is the dance in my step. He is the song in my heart. He is the colour in my rainbow and the lantern in my dark. Many people say they’ve found him. Many people think they’ve caught him. Some people try to cork him up in a bottle and brand him with a label. Sometimes they keep him in the pantry for personal use and sometimes they sell him at roadside stands. They process him until nothing but traces remain and then they wonder why they have to force people to try him.

But how can you capture moonlight? How can you swallow up an ocean? Would you try and saddle the wind and ride it to the stars? Would you keep a lion for your pet? Are the planets marbles in your tiny hands?

So I won’t say I’ve caught him. I won’t say I’ve found him. I’ll say I’m seeking for him with all my heart. And sometimes, just sometimes, I catch glimpses of him with the eyes of my soul. He has many names. And many tales are told about him. Who he is, and what he does. If you want those names and you want those stories, you can find any number of people to tell you. I suppose the world will go on claiming him, trying to patent him, trying to monopolise him and sometimes, trying to eradicate him.

But to me, he will always be the BFG, the Big, Friendly, God. And this blog is my story, my fairy tale of bad beginnings, happy endings, glittering diamonds of hope in vast acres of black velvet sadness and that never leaving, always present, kind spirit that infuses every happening, with meaning.

So this is my story. The story of the BFG and me.