Monthly Archives: February 2023

Driven or led, compelled or accompanied, he entered the desert for forty days, forty days and forty nights, praying and fasting, with the wild animals he turned his face to God… + His stomach rumbled…. Turn the stones to bread, … Continue reading →

Loving God, today I feel out of sorts, off balance, and tired, I am very tired, I kept myself awake last night worrying small things out of proportion, and struggling with mountains of despair, so I hope you don’t mind … Continue reading →

I will break bread with you, I broke bread with you, for that is the way of grace, though I suspect you would deny me it were the tables turned, and I wonder if you would even offer me crumbs? … Continue reading →

Dear God, I find it hard these days to know what to call you, Mother Father, Holy parent Spirit, guide, or spirit-guide deep internal knowing, love, oh I mean Love, with a capital L, ground and source of all being, … Continue reading →

I walked today, through a field of memories, collecting fragments of lost promises, and broken dreams, seeking out shards of hope, searching the darkened corners, exploring the holes where shame still lies weeping…. these memories are of different ages, some … Continue reading →

Oh they run every day, I should be like that, they swim, and they swim outdoors, I should be like that, they do yoga, the meditate, they paint beautiful scenes… I should be like that, if I could be like … Continue reading →

5 years, but a step forward, 5 years to be debated, to be put under the theological microscope, to be disceted, questioned, shunned… oh but blessed, sort of… 5 years, in 5 years my infant grandchild will be at school, … Continue reading →

Hidden for many years, closeted, I stretch my arms, flex my legs and wonder, am I an imposter in my ow skin? I own my fullness now, but still a voice stirs within, impostor it cries, you are an impostor … Continue reading →

I’m listening to the news, in Turkey, in Syria, people weeping, people waiting, clothes, food, water, warmth, are all in short supply, a photo is described, a father vainly clutching the hand of his dead daughter, hope is gone, but … Continue reading →

I am tired, tired of accepting crumbs thrown grudgingly from a table so laden with negativity that I choke on them, tired of hearing “all are welcome”, when the welcome comes with so many conditions, so many hoops and hurdles … Continue reading →