A room of one’s own
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The surprising benefits of predictability.
What’s this? I’m posting my blog on a Tuesday, not my usual Monday. Crikey. In fact, it’s a deliberate break from the same-old, same-old nature of my life. Yesterday, as I was summing up my morning to someone, I stopped and looked at the text. It was the same as nearly all the others. I…
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There is no time there
That must be one of my favourite speeches ever; the one that Sydney Carton makes in A Tale of Two Cities before he is killed. My heart always lifts with the promise that the drudgery of this life will be left behind forever. I love the idea of eternal rest when most days I’m plain…
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Say what you mean,
and mean what you say. I’ve no idea who first coined that phrase but it is one that rings around my mind a lot. Not that I do it, as my bad haircut will testify. I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to convince myself that I meant it when I said the words I…
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Listening with benefits
I discovered, not for the first time, that listening to somebody can benefit you as much as them (depending on what they’re talking about of course) . Yesterday I was teetering on the edge of tears, and I had the sense to ask the person next to me how things were with them. All of…
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One day at a time
is still too much for most of us as we face an Everest of tasks – whether it’s simply a full washing machine, a counter filled with groceries needing put away, a house crying out to be hoovered, or, as for many, an overflowing in-box, an ever-growing list of tasks handed to us by the…
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It’s not meant to be funny
but I haven’t laughed as much in a long time. It was my dad’s 80th, and we’d all gone to a four star hotel to celebrate for a night. Mum treated all the girls to an afternoon at the spa, which was lovely. But sadly being paired with my big sister was a recipe for…
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Where have all the children gone?
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…
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Pick n Mix church
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…
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Harassed and helpless
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…
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Don’t be a shadow
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…