The Day of Small Things

Dear Saturday, Thank you for your quiet, easy morning. Only you allow waking with the light or dreaming on ’till ten, as the body and mind please. Only you give permission for endless coffee refills, staying in pyjamas, daydreaming and magazines. Oh Saturday, you are for drifting about the house, slow and steady. The washing…

Only Trust (An unashamedly Christian kind of post…)

Control is a mirage: a tantalising illusion that tricks so many of us into a punishing, striving and worrisome kind of life. To be in control is perhaps the most dominant goal of many of our workdays, home lives and relationships. It doesn’t sound particularly warm or gracious or exciting, yet we still – often…

On Making Changes

There is nothing like the onset of Autumn to get me writing again. It signals a return to purpose and activity after the languid, albeit disappointingly grey summer. And to me, perhaps more so than in Spring, Autumn is the season when life feels most vivid and abundant. There are fruit and harvests, crisp air…

To really live

‘And suddenly, or so it felt to Poirot, there seemed to be in all this group of people only one person who was really alive – the man who was at the point of death.                  Poirot had never received so strong an impression of vivid and intense…

Small Things

It’s been another overwhelmingly busy month or two, which means that yet again there has been little time or head-space for updating the blog, but welcome back if you are kind enough to still be following along! It’s very easy to lose sight of the small things* in the busy, more stressful seasons of life,…

Home

In my mid twenties I worked as a Children’s and Families Worker for a group of churches in the suburban towns of Gerrards Cross and Chalfont St Peter, not far from London. Generally, it was an area of privilege, the kind of place with well-regarded schools, good train links, green spaces and a lot of…

Small Things

I had a letter from our sponsor child in Guatemala last week: a page of Spanish brimming with childish warmth and gratitude. Where do we lose all that? At what point do we grow out of all that heart-full, joyful exuberance? I want it back. He, who lives so far from me on the slopes…

Hope

I love how, in May, the yellows of Spring give way to a cadence of white. I love the pollen fairies lilting like music on the breeze, dandelions catching the evening light and the sweet, soulful daisies that spring up everywhere. On the river this week, white water flowers stood up on their stems as…

Catching Up

I wrote a few months ago about not wanting this blog to become a desert, and here I am again, writing at least a month since the last post. It seems that a catch-up is in order. On Wednesday evening, Andrew and I walked by the river and I can only describe the scenery as…

On Giving

I have wracked my brains for a better word than ‘giving’, looking for something edgier, something less nice, less bleurgh. I don’t know why, but writing about giving feels uncool, prim and proper, old fashioned. Perhaps it is because of my years of staring at those discreet Anglican Gift Aid envelopes left in church pews and politely…

Identifying with Easter

Easter time: As a teacher, the Easter holidays are for me a much needed, well placed fortnight away from the classroom. Unfortunately, this tends to mean cramming in a lot of activity: household chores, catching up with friends and family, getting some sleep and exercise and healthy food – and so on. My creative brain…

The Present

At school, my class of 5-7 year olds, my colleague and I are learning about the power of the present progressive tense, thanks to Mini Grey’s wonderful Traction Man books. While many stories are told in the past tense, these quirky comic-book style adventures are relayed as happening here and now, like a running commentary:…