I think it my nine year old son saying that his life was stressful that did it.  Or maybe some time before.  But here is the horrible, tragic thing that I’m bothered by: our children are losing the capacity to imagine or to wonder.  To be a child. These times with all their high-tech gadgets…

I came across a very relevant article today which perfectly articulated my feelings at the moment, http://careynieuwhof.com/meets-my-needs/.  Since moving twenty minutes drive away from our current church, I have spent the last year in a tug-of-war debate as to whether my family and I should leave, and move to a church closer to our new…

I read that description of the crowds following Jesus in the gospel of Matthew last night and realised that it was also an apt observation of the people milling around the edges of my observation too. Last week was a killer blow in the States, with the bad-haired, orange faced, misogynist, racist, egotist Trump pushing…

Gloomily reflecting on my narrow existence last night (blame the pressure of a new year), I realised something.  When physically you are limited, when that monster fatigue is always the one making all the decisions, when you feel you have lost most of yourself, it’s time to choose how you will carry on.  Look at…

Every Christmas, bar possibly one, my father-in-law brings home a terrible tree.  Either it’s too tall, too skinny, too crooked, or, like this time, too wrong in every way.  He bought (no idea why they charged him for it) his tree this year, and decided to split it with a friend.  The outcome is a…

I have had a headache for days now, and I seem to have developed this terrible habit of waking at least an hour before the alarm goes.  My stress levels are through the roof.  Why?  It’s only a month til Christmas.  Apparently the most wonderful time of the year.  Is it really? With every year…

is not worth living – or so Plato once said, (actually  quoting an earlier speech by Socrates). Over ten years ago, my brother used to say that to me, usually when he discovered the tell-tale Red magazine lying on my sofa.  My magazine days are long gone now, but a few days ago I remembered…

I fear that my generation have lost the ability, or the desire, to stick with things, even when the going gets tough.  Tired of re-painting your house?  Move.  Sick of the sight of your partner? Leave them.  Finding your friends too needy?  Get new ones.  Stuck in the same job for five years?  That’s too…

help you.  I went out on the bike today, only the second adventure beyond the safety of my back garden, and the first by myself.  I’d had this crazy notion that if I borrowed my mum’s bike, I could learn again how to cycle, weak legs and balance issues notwithstanding.  Today was worse than the…

This morning, as I was speaking to another mum, my wee girl went in through the school door without me noticing, or saying goodbye.  For the rest of the time since then, I have found myself feeling a bit out of kilter.  It took a few minutes to diagnose, but then I got it: we…