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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 →

Yesterday I wrote a post entitled My fearfully unveiled face it documented some of my coming out story, you can find more here in my post Coming out at 57 . I wrote it a number of years ago in … Continue reading →

As I write this I am watching Andy Murray battle away in the third round of the Australian Open, he has an impressive determination and grit, and with two five setters under his belt so far I wonder at his … Continue reading →

In his wonderful book and Bible Study entitled The Prodigal God, Timothy Keller reminds us that the word prodigal, the word we attach so often without understanding to the wayward child, is actually a better description of the father, recklessly … Continue reading →

This may sound a bit crazy in the context of Covenant Season in the Methodist Church, but I have been reflecting on the last few years, and the cost of all of the recent discussions in Methodism, where we have … Continue reading →

Don’t tell me/ us/ them to get over it, loss has changed us, life has changed through it, and yes it was inevitable, whether prolonged or unexpected, shocking, or prayed for, loss cuts like a knife, ask anyone who has … Continue reading →

I’ve taken the decorations down, oddly they were getting me down… maybe that isn’t odd, I say every year that I want to do Christmas differently, but every year I fall into the old trap… oddly I love lights, and … Continue reading →

What a strange time of year this is, in years gone by my home would have been full to bursting with people, we’d be making French Onion soup now, for Christmas Eve lunch, a gammon for dinner, we’d be frantically … Continue reading →

Queer, I identify as queer, though to me it’s not a label, maybe I don’t identify, I simply know… queer is more a reclaiming of a former insecurity and insult, a sense of insufficiency ( is that a word) so … Continue reading →

Three years ago, so the Facebook memory informs me, I took an exhibition of art to be displayed…. three years, such a short time… and yet it somehow holds all time infinity, in three years, and I am changed…. three … Continue reading →