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I don’t know about you, but my outsides don’t always necessarily reflect my insides. My insides often feel as though they are permanently on speed, the volume in my brain is turned up to max and the obsessional thoughts which hijack my waking moments think it’s party time all day, every day and come out to play. It’s the current malaise of our times isn’t it?  Anxiety. Stress. Worry. Fear. I’ve felt like this though for pretty much all of my life before it ever became accepta

I’m asking myself right now – what do I want to write about? What words could possibly make any difference in the fear and desperation of...

I have a picture in my head of little me, at the starting line, half-crouched, ready for the off , totally pumped up, in a Very Important...

I’ve not written much lately as I’ve had all on looking after my 97 year old mum. She has just had a pacemaker fitted and is all bionic...

Easter was over a week ago, but it’s still Easter. Easter in the church lasts for fifty days until May 28th this year when we celebrate...

A few years ago, I fell down a flight of steps in one of our great English cathedrals. I won’t mention which one because there are such...

It’s a tad late – but Happy New Year! New Year, New You! Yeah right. I don’t do new year’s resolutions because I never keep them. It’s...

Last weekend, me and Richard ran a writing retreat at Launde Abbey in Leicestershire. And far from finding my best self before we went, I...

I lost myself these last few months. Ever since that pesky little Covid virus invaded my body in mid-June, I’ve put up a Situations...

When I was a young ordinand’s wife helping out in the library of his theological college, I looked up from my desk one day to find the...

Sometimes when the news is devastating and I wake up in the morning with a pit of crushing dread in my stomach, signs and symbols can...

I wish I could say to you, dear readers, that I’m covering many miles and a lot of ground at speed on this, my spiritual journey. For the...

If, like me you were raised in a fundamentalist church, you learn to try very hard from the very beginning. Try hard to be good. Try hard...

Last Sunday, I was singing in my cathedral choir which always means it’s a GOOD DAY. It’s my happy place, standing there in my cassock...

We have just celebrated Candlemas – the Feast of the Presentation, which turned up as a crossword clue in the Times last weekend and for...

Much against my better judgement (I’m still berating myself for things I ‘shouldn’t' do as a novice in TSSF) I took myself off to the...

I’m just emerging from the limbo-land, the lethargy, the liminal place if you like, that is the ocean of space after Christmas and New...

So, the run-up to Christmas this year is unusually calm. The tree is decorated, the presents are wrapped, the cards are written. Normally...

Here I am, signed up to the novitiate in the Third Order of Franciscans, and I know that I have this blueprint in my head of what a good...

There was a time when those four words would have sent me into orgy of self -loathing. I just didn’t pray – or at least I didn’t think I...