Monthly Archives: August 2019

God in my skin, who are you? Lover and beloved, healer, whole- holy-maker, see-er of all that lies beneath, holder of my doubts and fears, your image is in me… filling me as you fill the cosmos your image, no … Continue reading →

Pause with me a moment to ponder the God who slips into skin, human skin, skin stretched over flesh over bones, over a beating heart, fleeting heart, a God who comes close and touches… skin on skin, heart to heart … Continue reading →

Back to my favourite question from St Francis of Assisi, ” who are you oh Lord and who am I?”, or perhaps as Rachel Held Evans asks it in her book Inspired (1), “Why Christian?”. Why am I a Christian, … Continue reading →

I am heading into the last week of this part of my sabbatical, people are asking me if I have enjoyed it, and I have to be honest to say no not really, I have benefitted from it, learned from … Continue reading →

So having made my decision not to go to Greenbelt I find myself blessed, blessed by the chance of a lie in, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere. Blessed by unexpected conversations, blessed to allow creativity to thrive, … Continue reading →

So I have surprised myself, and apparently a number of others by not being at Greenbelt this weekend ( thanks to all who have messaged me). My decision began on Wednesday when I had to acknowledge that I had a … Continue reading →

I wrote a post yesterday trying to deal with what I want to say, but it quite frankly ended up in being a non-poetic attempt at reflecting without really saying what I wanted to say. I have been on sabbatical … Continue reading →

Who are you O Lord, and who am I? A question St Francis often asked, one we should probably ask on an ongoing basis… Who am I? A question I should probably ask myself on a regular basis… Who am … Continue reading →

I have stopped, I am supposed to have stopped, I am on sabbatical. I needed a sabbatical because it has made me do exactly that, stop… Stopping has been uncomfortable and hard, and has forced me to see that I … Continue reading →

I weep, I feel for El Paso tonight, For ths fear that Walks the streets, The fear that beats in the hearts The minds , the souls of those Who weep… + I weep, But I am seperated, Seperated from … Continue reading →