I’ve wrestled with this all my life. I wish I was confident enough to say how God speaks to me. I’d like a road map, please God, on how to hear you. I’d like to place my feet in your footprints on the sand just like in the poem. But I never have felt that. And good people, well meaning people, people of firm faith and great integrity have told me how very clearly God speaks to them. It’s by the process of prayer of course. But the intricacies of the process have always eluded me, despite...

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 acceptable to mention it...

Today is the feast day of St Francis, the patron saint of animals, the environment and ecology. The day when we remember this small...