Moving on from my ‘nothing’ post last week I’ve been thinking about silence, During the conclave the priests involved had to leave behind their phones in order to focus exclusively on prayer and listening for God’s voice. How would you cope without your phone?

I have had a very empty couple of weeks as a writer. Usually an idea comes for a new story, or even a post like this one, but here I am writing about nothing because I have drawn a blank! Do you ever feel like that? Are you bored with life, fed up with work,…

I had an existential crisis two nights ago. Most of the time I shake my head at harsh considerations of reality and the fact I am achieving very little with my life. But this time, I let the terrifying thought in and was met with the hopeful idea that life holds more for us than…

John 19:41 NIV‘At the place where Jesus was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid.’ I have read the Easter story for forty years and only this week did I notice something very close to the one ideology I always harp on…

I was watching ‘Paddington goes to Peru’ with my daughter yesterday (terrible film) and it got me thinking about home and belonging. I have been advised to not ‘overreach’ as I could unbalance myself and fall over. Paddington went the whole way back to where he came from to realise his real home was in…

And don’t be put off by the loud successes of people around you  I have been trying to follow that advice for a long time but it is so hard.

I am feeling so thankful for this change in the daylight hours. It has been a hard time in the dark wilderness through these past winter months, hasn’t it?

There is one mercy for some MS sufferers. When we get up in the morning, it’s like all our old weaknesses have been temporarily fixed. At the start of most days, I’m more able than at any other point of the day. Of course, by lunch time that’s been forgotten and my heavy limbs have…

To be ‘normal’? I remember, vaguely, when I could blend into any crowd because I was like them. Later, I loved swimming because my wonky legs were hidden. Later still, I sit in my room happy because nobody can see me. Unhealthy, isn’t it?