I have spent this weekend with an amazing group of women on a writing retreat. We all arrived at the tiny monastery town with our journals and our laptops, our fears and our expectations. We spent the weekend writing, chatting, and walking around the beautiful peace-filled grounds of New Norcia. And then on the last night we sat around in a circle and shared our writing. A beautiful gathering of women with stories in their hands, offering their fragile hearts and words to one another.
It was beautiful and it was profound.
Continue reading “Beauty in the Ashes”
The trees are dark
and closing in
You don’t know how
you found yourself
but you did
You are tired
slump to the ground
The reality of life
there is no clear
just this place
in these woods
in the gloom
May you know
that it is okay
to find yourself
on the forest floor
May you not reject
but pull them over you
like a soft blanket
May you know how
just by getting up
And when you
may you see
a soft light
August is almost over and the rain is still here. This winter seems never-ending.
We get tantalised with glimpses of spring, but then feel even more dejected when they don’t last. We feel like we’ve been tricked into believing spring is coming.
Continue reading “Present with us – The ever present father”
One of the joys of my life as a young mum was watching my babies as they slept. The days were filled with feeding, and playing, and consoling, and, of course, trying to get them to sleep. And yes I did enjoy my days with my babies.
But I cherished the times when finally, they closed their tired eyes and rested. And I would often watch the peaceful rise and fall of their chest and listen to the little sounds they made as they slept. Continue reading “Present with us – The protective father”
In times of great distress and pain we can sometimes feel that we are the sum of our emotions. Emotions that are overwhelming and hard, emotions that seem to take up our whole being. In these times conversely, we can also feel that God is distant, that he doesn’t understand the extremes of our emotions and that he is uncaring.
Nothing could be further from the truth. Our God is not a passive father that watches our emotional turmoil from a distance. Instead he is present with us in our emotional ups and downs. Continue reading “Present with us – the emotional father”
She was my age. Younger actually as her birthday is in July.
We grew up together, I was at her wedding, she was at mine, we were in home group together.
Yesterday, I was at her funeral.
Continue reading “Thoughts after attending a funeral”
It was beautiful.