Dear me… I see you there, sweet sixteen, on the swings in the park during lunch hour, finally old enough to be allowed off the school grounds when there are no classes. You hide away here with a few other misfits and you really enjoy their company. This is the year of floating between social…
This has been my week of writing and thinking about our life journeys, the path we take. On Monday I wrote about mourning the path not taken, and yesterday I guest posted at Hilary’s blog about owning our own path and escaping that constant comparison with those around us. Tomorrow you should come back here…
Today I’m thrilled to be guest posting at Hilary’s blog, The Wild Love, about realising you don’t need to compete with anyone. Hilary and I had both been reading each other’s blogs for a little while in secret enjoyment before she emailed me one day to say hello. Her writing is beautiful and vulnerable and…
My future was decided early on. I was going to spend my days cuddling African babies under an African sun. I felt the blood of my great great aunt and her missionary life running in my veins and my young passionate spirit wanted to follow in her footsteps. I spent my teen years reading the…
It’s September. Actually one of my favourite months of the year. The weather in this corner of Europe tends to be warm but with that fresh chill of autumn in the mornings and evening, schools start again and there’s something nice about having a schedule again after a summer of freedom. Not that I’m in…
It’s three days until you get married. I am completely gutted to be missing it – I’d have done almost anything for a trans-atlantic flight this week. But we are just glad we got to see you recently, got to sit in a hot tub together under a Californian sky and talk about life and…