As a student I used to dread exams, the time that I used to study seemed hard and unnecessary. I thought that I had done the work and I knew my stuff. (My marks often demonstrated the truth or not of that!) As a teacher I understood the need for them, but dreaded all the … Continue reading Now what?
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
I spent all of yesterday at a Rag-Rugging workshop. Let’s put this in context. I am not a sewer, I am not a knitter, anything to do with fabrics scares me, I can barely sew buttons back on my shirts, and I definitely do not do hems, ever! In my mind my sister was the … Continue reading On rugs and the voice in my head
Between the ages of twenty and forty we are engaged in the process of discovering who we are, which involves learning the difference between accidental limitations which it is our duty to outgrow and the necessary limitations of our nature beyond which we cannot trespass with impunity. I love the quote above from W … Continue reading know thyself
Hi, my name is Jodie. It has been one month since my last post! Seriously how did that happen? The 1st March, and it's autumn. Not that you'd know it with the clear blue sky and the top today of 38C. A new month, a change of season, a time to reflect. Things have been … Continue reading autumn musings
For Little Miss' first birthday I made a total mess of the cake, in the shape of a number one. "How do stuff that up?" you may ask, but as proof I give you my sister's direct quote from the day. "Oh, my gosh Jo, that doesn't even look like a one". I decided then … Continue reading if I’m not mistaken