The Spirit of God is my mother She makes me lie down in freshly laundered sheets She leads me through the rooms of our house We call it home and feel at peace The shadow part of me holds less fear For she has been my comfort and is teaching me to comfort myself At … Continue reading Psalm 23

I have read some truly terrible books during lockdown. I won’t be naming and shaming (though you can go to my Good Reads and find the two star reviews!). I did reflect a little on these books and can now name some of the things I really don’t like in a novel. For example, I … Continue reading What I am reading (June)

Yesterday we went in search of the sea. Lucy wanted real waves and we drove into Wales. Just a few miles over the border we realised that travel restrictions in Wales are still quite strict and so we turned around and headed home. We spent the day exploring the Wirral; views of the Welsh mountains, … Continue reading The Name of Flowers

The Celts said that heaven and earth are only three feet apart, but in thin places the gap is even smaller. Holy places and pilgrimages are a form of embodied spirituality that was once an ordinary part of what it meant to be a Christian. The British landscape is full of clues to where these … Continue reading Thin Places

At the half-way point is a place in the trees, cathedral-quiet and paved with ferns. Two hundred foxglove spires announce its presence and the slow bees move from flower to flower. If silence had a face this is what she would look like: these patches of dark, these stripes of silver birch holding the light … Continue reading The Peace of Wild Things