I have been reading H is for Hawk. If I am honest when I set out on my Lenten journey, I should have finished it by Day 5, but here I am at the end of Mothering Sunday, still not quite finished. I am savouring it.

What is it about? You will have to read it. It is ostensibly about the relationship between a Hawk and its Human. It is about bereavement. It might possibly be one of the best books on grief since the timeless A Grief Observed. It is about becoming human. Or the discovery of what it means to be human.

Today, the Human discovers that the Hawk plays. It does. As I read it, I began to chew on another delicious idea. God plays; and invites us to do so too.