I would have been going on pilgrimage next week. I was so looking forward to it. Last year, I spent three days on my own walking from Rochester to Canterbury. This year, two friends were going to join me to walk for four days along part of the Cornish Saints Path, finishing at St Michael’s…
I’m two weeks into life in our new neighbourhood, and slowly getting to know my way around. Each morning I strap the toddler into the pushchair and encourage my preschooler daughter onto the buggy board, and out we go to explore. We practice getting lost. It’s something I learnt sometime around two moves ago, when…
“And behold, there came wise men…” So the story goes. Did they have even the smallest inkling as they set out, of what they would find at the other end of their journey, when their feet would carry them across a threshold and into a simple house where a mother played with her small son–no…
I have found things while I was lost that I might never have discovered if I had stayed on the path… Anything can become a spiritual practice once you are willing to approach it that way – once you let it bring you to your knees and show you what is real, including who you…
