Ever had the sensation of going about your everyday, the ordinary routine of the minutiae of life. When you are suddenly struck by the feeling of being present at something sacred? A few weeks ago a good friend of mine was speaking at a retreat. She was sharing a story she had written. As I listened to … Continue reading the sacred work of becoming
doing vs feeling
I have a confession to make. While I love Brené Brown's books, and her insights, I have never yet finished one of her books. Why? Because it gets too hard. Because she touches on a raw nerve. Because she goes too deep. Because she asks things of me that I am not completely sure I … Continue reading doing vs feeling
the names we call ourselves
There is a pattern in my life, an unhealthy pattern, a pattern of denial. A pattern of not owning the reality that is placed upon me. I established and ran a woman's ministry in our church for a number of years, and yet I hesitated to call myself a leader. I have been writing in … Continue reading the names we call ourselves
new season?
We've been having some very confusing weather of late. We have had beautiful balmy weekends that seem to herald the arrival of spring and then wet and cold weeks where the wind is blowing straight off the antarctic. I am finding it very frustrating. I don't know whether to hang my washing or put it … Continue reading new season?
Deny
Deny: to declare a statement to be untrue; to reject as false; to withhold; to refuse to fulfil the expectations of; to refuse to acknowledge; disown; to refuse (oneself) things desired. I am a big believer in the power of words. The words spoken over our life and the words that we speak to … Continue reading Deny
a letter to myself on the eve of my 40th birthday
40! So exciting. You say it all the time and people look at you in disbelief. Because people everywhere walk around regretting their ageing, and trying to deny it has arrived. But it is exciting … a new decade, a new start, a new adventure, a new you. I love how much you have grown … Continue reading a letter to myself on the eve of my 40th birthday