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Worth beyond Words

Worth beyond Words

You see the raw edges of humanity from a hospital bed. The lady who doesn’t know where she is, or who anyone is, her reaction to the world a long, frightened sob. The chap wandering into our ward in his dishevelled pyjamas, scratching his head. ‘I’m lost,’ he says, summing up the words so many feel in this place of sickness and sorrow. The lady in the corner is silent; she can no longer speak. She tears off her oxygen…

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Breathe.

Breathe.

  When I went to New Wine this last week, I wasn’t breathing too well. Breathing is kind of taken for granted, really. You breathe in. You breathe out. You don’t think too much about it. It just happens. Except when every time you breathe sharp pain snakes down your right hand side. There’s nothing like a touch of pleurisy to make you hyper-aware of the effect of breathing. You try to breathe less; to breathe lighter. To take less…

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Audience of One

Audience of One

I have a tendency to worry far too much about what people think about me. I’m much better these days, but when I was a kid I wasted a lot of time drenching myself in this worry, in the possibilities of what they might think. And this would so often become self-perpetuating: casting my own insecurities on others would only throw them right back at me, and then others would, indeed, think less of me. Not long ago a friend…

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New Site Launch!

New Site Launch!

Here goes, then. Have imported the blog from blogger to WordPress and spent rather too much time playing with the dashboard. Hope you like the new look.  

A camping life gone by

A camping life gone by

We’re selling our old folding camper and dragged it out this morning, a beautiful sunshiney day, the canvas dense with the scent of happiness and summer and family. Thus please do excuse the self-indulgent I-can’t-believe-they’ve-all-grown-up post. Because I’m a bit teary. I’m teary as I pull out the box of old games, piles of sand pouring out between my fingers, lone Uno cards and old drawings my daughter worked so carefully on in the years she danced around campsites in…

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Seen from a Scene

Seen from a Scene

I sleep fitfully, aware of you close by, so new, so needy, so I wake quickly to the sound. A kind of humming, gaining in volume, a resounding harmony of resonance. It pulls at my soul, something deep within, a knowledge I didn’t know of.  And then the light. First a chink of light, snaking down the mud-packed wall, a crack in the fabric which makes no sense in the dead of night. I glance around; you are sleeping quietly,…

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Belief and Suffering

Belief and Suffering

Today I’m guest posting over at Mummy From The Heart, my lovely friend Mich’s blog, on why I’m still a Christian despite the suffering I see all around me and experience in my life. Thanks Mich for the opportunity. 🙂 <a href=”http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/7104111/?claim=y9d65kr5r5y”>Follow my blog with Bloglovin</a>

Dear Aylan

Dear Aylan

Dear Aylan,We’re sorry you died.We don’t like the picture.But you know, it’s not our problem. Not our problem, those hordes of the nameless,escaping from places unknownand oppression undreamed of. Not our problem, the baby at the border,screaming in a languagealien to us. Not our problem, your mother and brother,drowned as you fled,hope exstinguished. Not our problem, those immigrants,we can’t let them in,they’ll take our jobs,and our money. Not our problem,the unfaced on Keleti station,they can deal with them. Not our…

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Catching Up.

Catching Up.

I seem to have neglected this blog of late. Oops. I have been busy writing, though. Just doing a final edit of my first book (fiction) before I try sending it to scary people like agents and publishers. I know new authors have little chance, but thought I’d give it a go anyway. There’s always Kindle publishing… So that’s been taking my time. But it’s been making me think, a little. Working so hard on something like that has given…

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A Life in a Day

A Life in a Day

I’ve been avoiding blogging lately, mostly because I’ve felt I have had little to say beyond the ‘oh, I feel rubbish again’ type of thing. I wanted this blog to be all inspiring and extraordinary, but actually, in general life isn’t like that. Maybe I should post on more of those days when I have nothing much to say. Maybe not. Either way, it’s been one of those relegated-to-bottom-of-to-do-list items. However, I did watch something extraordinary last night and it…

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