Another post that came from a bedtime story. It is probably also on the line between profound truth and trite cliche. The image is in no way original - it appeared centuries ago in Psalm 1. "A little tree grew on the edge of a copse on a hillside. From where it stood it could … Continue reading “Chasing after the wind”
Christmas letters can be like facebook: You see the photos; read the update and feel different reactions. For some, you enjoy the connection with someone you haven't seen for a while and its good to know what they are doing. With others you wonder what lies behind the idyllic family pictures. And with a few … Continue reading A Christmas letter….of sorts
I have been wondering about why, despite the facts, are we not seeing a strong, distinctively Christian response to climate change? Perhaps our sense is that that the problem is so vast and so intractable, we acknowledge it is important, but focus our limited time and energy on where we see more of a connection … Continue reading The church and climate change
Recently, I have felt like a beanbag for my children. The shape I am in doesn't matter; what matters is that I can make them comfortable and provide support, regardless of how angular their elbows or how heavily they are feeling the weight of the world. You don't think about beanbags. You just need them … Continue reading Beanbag Parenting
I confess I'm struggling with what I'm writing at the moment, so here's one I wrote previously - for the 5th Anniversary concert of Godalming Community Gospel Choir in 2016. I miss the singing and the choir friends! What is my story? The reason that I sing? I sing because the beauty of this world, … Continue reading The reason that I sing….
As any selection of toddler stories will reveal, there is a fine line between a simple rendition of a profound truth, and sentimental twaddle. This is the story I gave Sophie on her birthday. You can be the judge of which side of the line it falls for you. When you were a star in … Continue reading When you were a star in the sky….
This is for anyone who feels that old age or illness have robbed them of their loved ones. I dont think anything can take away that spark of uniqueness that makes a person who they are, but it can be very hard to keep hold of when faced by someone so different. Although its written … Continue reading Still…I am
Re-sharing this poem as much has been made of the remarkable achievement of 73 years of marriage that ended yesterday with the death of Prince Philip. A marriage perhaps exemplifying what I was trying to express, written for my sisters' wedding in 2014. TWO STREAMS Two streams joined together in a dappled glade And thankful, … Continue reading Two Streams