Be safe. Be safe. Be safe. These words have become my main prayer for the child growing steadily inside me. It’s what I wish to it in prenatal yoga class when our instructor gives us a moment to send the baby a message. It’s what I pray with every twinge, every uncomfortable stretch of ligaments…
I read Micha Boyett’s new book Found: A Story of Questions, Grace, and Everyday Prayer in just under two weeks, when Cara came to stay carrying an advanced copy with her, and graciously let me borrow it from her before she’d finished so that I could soak up the words. I took pages of notes…
In ten days time I turn 30. It’s one of those age milestones that seems to strike fear into the hearts of many. Every birthday, not least the “big” ones, can usher in the normally-well-buried anxieties about purpose and meaning. How did I get here? Is this really where I am meant to be? Am I…
March has been delightful. I was only at home the first (frantic) week and since then have been travelling around the UK, visiting friends and families, spending days on retreat, taking train journeys through beautiful English and Scottish countryside, and generally over eating on all the wonderful food this country has to offer! I’ve ignored…
The Tynemouth Priory sits on a cliff top spot overlooking the wide and grey North Sea. It’s just a collection of lovely ruins now, the few rooms of the castle open to the birds who make their nests in the stones, and as we walk down the grassy nave of the church, the sky is…
When she started hiding cash around the house in empty food tins, and forgot to throw out food that was past its sell by date, the family realised it was time. Still entirely unaware of her own limitations, my Nan nonetheless needed 24/7 care, and the hard decision was made to find an elderly…
