Blackberries

I grab half an hour of slow on a grey day in late August, and everything slides into perspective again. Small, ripe blackberries, abundant but carefully chosen, begin to fill my bag and stain my fingers. Fruit from a thorn bush, essentially. The branches scratch at me as I search out the loveliest ones. I…

Happiest Moments 1

I’ve been working my way through Moorea Seal’s fantastic book, ‘The 52 Lists Project’, which offers weekly list prompts to help the reader reflect and journal their way through the year. It’s been a positive, life-affirming pursuit, with lists I’ve made so far including favourite quotes, favourite characters, a current playlist, people who brighten my…

Things to do in February

February’s a funny little month, isn’t it? It feels, to me, short, sweet and fun.  Snowdrops appear; the mornings are lighter; there is a chance of snow; whimsical heart-shaped balloons appear in the shops and everything just a feels a little bit charming. Both Andrew’s and my birthdays fall in February and over the years…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

Life Lived

This blog has become a bit of a desert in recent months, with new posts few and far between. I’ve neglected my tiny corner of the internet, left it to become a ramshackle shack. Once well loved, the wood is beginning to creak and what was once a brimming home now stands subdued in dust and empty space. For a blog…

Weekend Moments (Small Things)

My search for the Small Things has appeared often on this blog, but not quite so often of late. Busyness can drown even the most established thankfulness habit. This weekend, though, I decided a resurrection was in order. My shoes were kicked off on Friday evening and I attempted to emerge from the workload I…