Growing up, December was the season of nativity plays. There was often one at school, always one at church, and maybe an extra thrown in by some over-enthusiastic parents if we were really lucky. We waited with baited breath every year to see who would get each part – Mary was the true position of…
Hi friends. I know regular blogging is not really happening right now. It’s just been a “pause” season for me but I promise to be back soon. In the meantime, here’s something I wrote last year for St Lucia day (13th December) which is still as meaningful to me today as is was then. May…
I’m a huge lover of traditions, of all shapes and sizes. I read church liturgy and thumb through books on the lives of saints with interest. I am inspired by stories of friends celebrating the solstices and equinox days, marking the changing seasons. I eagerly learn about Buddhist prayer flags, and how Jews celebrate the…
I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. – Jesus “I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.” – Mary Oliver
“By means of all created things, without exception, the divine assails us, penetrates us, and molds us. We imagined it as distant and inaccessible, whereas in fact we live steeped in its burning layers.” – Teilhard de Chardin
Today, on the day before we celebrate the birth of Jesus, it seems the right moment to remember Mary, this young peasant girl who said yes to an angel and suffered the whispers and shame of conceiving a child before marriage, who gave birth in a strange village far from her home, who held the…
