The Loud Laugh of the Ocean Waves

In the week before Christmas, Andrew and I stayed in a centuries-old cottage in the Cornish hamlet of Coombe. It’s a homely place, safe in a quiet wooded valley, with a river running through it, sweet and clear, but relentless. Its rushing and babbling can be heard constantly from within the cottage, bringing peace and…

Undivided Heart

You may have read my interview with author Lucy Mills, here. I was lucky enough to receive a review copy of her book, Undivided Heart, which I have just finished. Reading a little a day quickly became an integral part of my routine – one that I missed on the odd day or two when…

Switchfoot, coke floats and other news

It’s been a  while since I wrote a ‘newsy’ kind of post, but during October and November I’ve been mentally squirreling away bits and pieces to share. It’s been an industrious Autumn, full of bone-tired workdays, both-feet-in celebrations, intense emotions, precious small moments and an abundance of laughter and silliness. The biggest and best of…

Undivided Heart

For today’s post, we are joined by writer Lucy Mills, whose new book, Undivided Heart, is out now! I asked her a little bit about herself and her work… Tell us a bit about yourself. In no particular order, I am: a writer and editor; a country girl who enjoys visiting the city; wife to…

Small Things

It’s been a while – too long – since I have posted a good old ‘Small Things’ post, in which I take a moment or two to reflect on and share some of the little things I’m thankful for. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that over the past few years, it has been…

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…

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…