After Cherith

After Cherith

After Cherith would it ever be the same again? Days of blistering heat and boredom, nights of bitter cold and silence.  This had been Cherith.  Temptation constant to escape the silent lonely.  Hidden from the plots of men – yet somehow not the strife of tongues.  Voices in the prophet’s mind relentless.  Incessantly crying for … Continue reading

Halting embrace

Halting embrace

The mystics witness to this paradox of intimacy and distance – the dark night of the soul comes not to those who do not know God but to those who do. Sallie McFague, Metaphorical Theology. I’ve been interested in apophatic and kataphatic mysticism recently.  I knew about mysticism as apophatic but I’d never particularly given … Continue reading

Surfing the chaos*

Surfing the chaos*

What will help you stay on the surfboard? One of the best kind of coaching questions, this, one of the ones which build on the metaphor you were using and hit you sideways.  The kind of questions which sometimes elicit an answer deeper than you knew you had.  Yes, I do so love powerful questions. … Continue reading

Ferocious amounts of fortitude

Ferocious amounts of fortitude

It’s been a while since I posted about leadership here.  I admit it.  I got sideswiped by Jesus and have spent months of blog posts trying to work out exactly what he has done to me. And I haven’t totally got it yet.  Judging by the weekend I’ve just had, I predict many more months of … Continue reading

Nowhere became Somewhere

Nowhere became Somewhere

Threads of wilderness and barrenness run through much of my present reflection, the liminality where emptiness turns out to be fulness.  You hear it echo in posts about Elijah and Cherith, in musings on the wildness of grace, heaven’s violence which first kills before it makes alive.  And now these threads bring me here, to a woman who sees God … Continue reading

Misunderstood

Misunderstood

Being misunderstood is a corollary of the prophetic. Those weren’t that friend’s exact words.  But they’re close enough.  And, oh, how I hate being misunderstood.  My heart thrives on being known, on living from a place of openness.  Yet, lately, it’s been different. Ever since Jesus’ words last year, those ones about presence to him … Continue reading

Abundant his goodness

Abundant his goodness

Can’t go forward.  Can’t go back.  Yet, even in the in-between, abundant his goodness. Not, in certain contexts, that it feels that way, of course.  A lot is in flux in my life and, as ever, it’s not appropriate to share it because…well, because honour.  Honouring others means not necessarily living all of it out loud, the … Continue reading

The in-between

The in-between

Liminality. The in-between.  An ambiguous space where what was is gone and what will be is not yet.  The ‘middle stage’ of rituals: the participant’s pre-ritual status or way of structuring their identity is obliterated yet they have not yet transitioned to the status or identity which the ritual will bestow upon them. It began in the emptiness of … Continue reading

Even wild gentleness too?

Even wild gentleness too?

Photo credit Days of blistering heat and boredom.  Nights of bitter cold and silence.  And the word that flew a distant memory.  The dark comes suddenly in the desert.  Before you know it, the blackness is utter.  Complete.  The only sound the trickle of the wadi, slower now but still just enough.  Always just enough. … Continue reading