23 Oct Practising stillness 1: Landscape
I remember a line I read in a novel once which described the city as 'humming with anxiety'. I pictured the cars sat at traffic lights, engines turning over, poised,...
20 Oct This year or, Who I was, I still am.
Matt and I have an ongoing debate about who is the biggest hoarder. (fyi. he is.) Whether it is books, or clothes or tins full of receipts from 1994, the conversation crops...
16 Oct About the whole truth: stories for when you are impatient.
Our last house sold quicker than expected. We hadn't found a new house so, not wanting to lose our buyer, we decided to move into a rental house. For some reason, this...
08 Oct For National Poetry Day
On National Poetry Day, here is a poem I only came across in the last couple of weeks, by John O'Donohue the late Irish Poet, Philosopher and former priest. It...
06 Oct Throwing out the ‘to-do’ life
Life is busy. We live in a madly accelerating world. We are held hostage by the to-do list. I recently heard stress described as 'a perverted relationship to time'*. We are victim to its...
22 Sep an anniversary of honesty
It is my birthday today. Two years ago today, on my 34th birthday, I did what at the time felt like a very brave thing. I stood up in church and...
18 Sep Friday truth
Yesterday my nine year old daughter left me this message on the magnetic splash back above the cooker, I am always loved here. This is the truth. I am incredibly blessed, I have...
09 Sep on writing
The tea is made, the kitchen counters wiped down, the washing in the machine. I haven't got to do the school run. Its 8:25 am. Time to start writing. Inevitably I...
07 Sep summer squalls and counting sleeps
I was oh-so-ready for school to start again this morning. At the end of church yesterday someone asked me how my summer has been...