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Compass needle swings

Compass needle swings

Compass needle swings.  Erratically seeking its North.  Heart ricochets from here to there and back again.  Searching, still searching: desperately longing. Pitch is sounded.  Ears wide open.  Waiting, only waiting for that note which is soul’s resonance and song. And for days in weeks and months in years, needle yet swings whilst also pitch is … Continue reading

Presence or longing?

Presence or longing?

All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is … Continue reading

Niceness, wildness tamed

Niceness, wildness tamed

What if the only way to go deeper is the way I don’t want to go?  The way that I have resisted year upon year.  An edge along which I’ve danced but which I’ve never gone over. Never over that edge. I have been the good girl.  The one who doesn’t lose control.  Whose make … Continue reading

Happy, drifting…

Happy, drifting…

This is one in my series of sabbatical posts.  I started this series in 2013-2014 and, now, the generosity of my employer means that I pick it up again.  Technically, this time it is called study leave rather than sabbatical.  But I don’t have a blog category for that. Happy drifting, she said in an … Continue reading

The gift of the limit

The gift of the limit

This is one in my series of sabbatical posts.  I started this series in 2013-2014 and, now, the generosity of my employer means that I pick it up again.  Technically, this time it is called study leave rather than sabbatical.  But I don’t have a blog category for that. Holding the space for Jesus.  That’s … Continue reading

The hermeneutic of heaven

The hermeneutic of heaven

My beads came with me to the abbey. And, yes, that would be the abbey we feared being thrown out of for being too noisy.  The same abbey where I chewed repeatedly over the ethic of climbing out after Compline to go to the pub. I didn’t have to.  Climb out, that is.  And, despite … Continue reading

Each bead a prayer

Each bead a prayer

The beads ground me.  Round and round their thread I go.  One by one they slide through fingers.  Polished smooth, though not yet by use. Cross in hand, each bead a prayer.  The knots my selah reminder to breathe, to wait.  Then bead to ask that he would speak.  More knots, more breathing, more stilling: a waiting … Continue reading

Sawing through the tether

Sawing through the tether

My brain had never been so occupied so insistently by so many different subjects and in so public a way for so long. Andrew Sullivan, ‘I Used to Be a Human Being’. I have an iPhone 4S.  Five years ago this was not a bad thing to have.  Today it draws pitying glances, as friends wonder … Continue reading

From fire to Fire

From fire to Fire

The water is cold this morning.  And after a night on the boat, a night when we caught nothing, I am hungry and I am ready to give up.  I thought it would be a good idea, going back out there.  It’s not as if there is anything else to do any more.  But he … Continue reading