out of the ground, hope

Did the year turn for you today? Because despite the grim weather forecast, which never materialised here, spring was definitely hovering, just out of sight… From November onwards, if leaves are still clogging up the grass, I turn a blind eye till nearly three months of indoor sofa dwelling, rug wrapping and evening candle lighting has…

you are enough

Have you ever been aware of living with the little lie that you’re not quite enough? Enough means sufficient. Sadly we pick up the impression from multiple angles of modern life that not only is there not enough, but that in some way, we’re not enough. It’s hard to bring up children with a sense of…

the inclusivity barb

I’ve been thinking about inclusivity. It’s a great word – inclusivity. It’s like tolerance. Tolerance and inclusivity are watch words for a civilised society, aren’t they? We like to think we’re inclusive and tolerant in the UK. We’d never elect someone who wished to exclude a singled out racial group from moving freely across its…

on properly feeling your feelings

Of all the people I see week in, week out, there’s someone I especially look up to, for her ability to stick with uncomfortable feelings. An older person, she’ll always answer the question, how are you, honestly, which is very rare. She’ll say things like ‘oh, I don’t know what’s going on with me –…

pray for Trump: pray for me

Today Donald Trump will be inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States of America. I, for one, will not be watching. My New Year’s Resolution was to avoid all news of Trump, being how it was making me feel depressed and anxious. But no doubt that will prove to be impossible to maintain as…

sing a new song

I wonder what your ‘new’ is this year. Are you looking out on January 2017 with your spirits singing or plummeting? Psalm 40 was set in church today – and we heard how God lifts us out of the pit we’ve got ourselves into and how in response we ‘sing a new song’. U2 (Irish…

epiphany snow

  I had not thought it could be so white. Ice white under frost white long shadows blue white. The cold bite of a winter street houses squat stiff walls, safe as a knot. The ground as a sheet unyielding hard as a promise is to keep.   The everyday suspended. Sitting in its place,…

Losing time but gaining now

Each new marker of time brings up the same conversation, be it new school year (September) or new calendar year (January). ‘Where has the time gone?’ ‘Time’s rushing away with me’; ‘The days are slipping by’… I suspect these inevitable thoughts about time didn’t happen during childhood, but they seem to be a feature of…