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

The love of the telling

The love of the telling

Photo credit I write for me.  That’s what I say when people tell me they liked it.  I write for me but I’m glad it touched you. Or some such Christianese.  You know the drill.  (Aside: could someone please come up with a Christianese email sign-off that doesn’t make me wince?  You’d be doing us … Continue reading

So pants my soul for you

So pants my soul for you

This post may need a contextual setting.  Elements of it were born in our chapel service on Tuesday this week, a deep musical reflection on Psalms 42-43.  I’d wanted to escape the room because I don’t love performed worship where I can’t sing too.  Whatever else my spirituality may be, there’s a healthy dose of charismatic … Continue reading