The last fortnight or so has been a time of living quite intensely – making big decisions, riding a roller-coaster of big emotions and pushing myself over some big hurdles. I guess that sometimes it just happens that the big things coincide and collide all at once, and we just have to take them in our…
Category: Reflections
Wild Child Wonder
Judging from my twitter feed, I am not the only one who has been doing 30 Days Wild in the company of children. I work in a primary school and although 30 Days Wild was always meant to be a project for my home life, I have found that it has made me more aware and…
The Day the Wild Found Me
So, I’ve been doing 30 Days Wild, in case you hadn’t noticed. I love the whole concept of letting more wildness back into our modern lives, and I’ve really enjoyed taking part so far. What’s great is that you get to see everyone else’s pictures, blog posts and videos as you go along. I love…
30 Days Wild: Exploring a new place
Beginning in a familiar chain coffee shop, I commenced my visit to a new city. This particular establishment had a collection of old books and was playing classical music. The presence of these features, which are usually more common in independent stores, perhaps says something about the city I was in. It had been cloudy…
Find me where the wild things are
‘Find me where the wild things are’, sings Alessia Cara, rejecting a culture of image-obsession and social pressure. She is perhaps referencing the 60’s book in which a child goes off on a gleeful adventure ‘Where the Wild Things Are‘. In any case, this idea of wildness is infectious, borrowing from the natural world a sense of freedom…
Small Things: White
If yellow is the colour of optimism and warmth, white is the shade of eternity and light. White denotes goodness, peace and strength. The white lights of the moon and stars bring magic to our nights. All of the best heroes and heroines – they of great power against evil – are clad in white….
Light & Small Things
I’m not sure if it’s depression I’ve got, or just disappointment or grief. Whatever it is, it makes getting up even harder work than it usually is. It is also the reason I only swam half the lengths I usually do on Monday, and the cause of my sudden inadequacy at making conversation. The days can be…
What Jesus Prayed for Us
Our pastor used a quote on Sunday, something about knowing a person by their prayers. And that is true, isn’t it? Our deepest longings and the things we are able to bring before God in the private space of our hearts – these show who we are, reveal our passions and motivations, perhaps our fears…
On Rest
Rest is what I need at the moment, or so I’m told. But what is rest? For so many of us, rest can be elusive or even a little frightening. And often the things we think are restful leave us more drained, more weary. Somewhat counter-intuitively, times of grief and illness can be the seasons…
Tied Up with a Bow
Increasingly, I like my blog posts and articles to be as perfectly, poetically structured as I can make them, rounded off with a nice, profound encouragement. I’m not the only one who likes a happy ending. As Ruth Soukup points out in this article for Ann Voskamp’s website, we often want our stories of struggle to…
On Daydreaming
Forget colouring books and yoga. What happened to the practice of good old-fashioned daydreaming? We all remember times at school when the teacher’s voice became no more than background noise to our own imaginings and wonderings, when we doodled idly or gazed out of windows and thought of anything and nothing. Lately, I’ve been re-finding…
Easter
If you’ve read much of my blog, you’ll know that I’m a Christian. But I hope that my posts – even the ones explicitly about my faith – are accessible to everyone, whatever backgrounds and beliefs they have. There are so many things that are universal to us as humans, which cross cultural and religious…
Life Lived 