Written for London Centre for Spiritual Direction/ March blog 2023 Your body is one marvellous bespoke gift like no other: sown into...

Accuse me of mixing metaphors or myths if you will, but I have been wondering if perhaps we should only find one in every two stockings...

Midwinter: the beautiful light of the shortest day of the year. We wait, and the seasons turn. And that makes us part of the hope that is...

Together. How very (very) refreshing to sit in a "meeting for worship" in complete silence. No words, no music, no theology, no attempts...

S Is remembering a form of backwards waiting? Something about the stillness of the memorial scene, here on this cold morning in Newark,...

Butler's Cafe in Radcliffe on Trent, waiting to meet with a new insta friend. Sun's bright, coffee's tasty. Feeling good. Isn't it...

... for sleep. Again. Why oh why does sleep evade me? It seems like every best practice I might add in to my evening routine makes no...

This ceiling is my view when I lie on my back on the floor before bed every night! It's an Alexander Technique practice. I lie there...

Home. Something extremely comforting about the feeling of solidity and belonging as I arrive in the dark to an empty home. People have...

A different sort of waiting? This flower stood still all day, holding a perfect pose, on the offchance that someone would pass by and...

I am absolutely enchanted by my cat Zucchini's companionship: wherever I work, she finds a warm spot and rests nearby until I leave the...

My current journal: when oh when will inspiration to write come again? Out of this question all I found was a haiku (and that is enough...

This Pukka Teabag advent calendar is for me both a symbol of waiting and a symbol of the surprise and delight of fulfilment. There is a...

I set this timer to remind me about the next appointment of the day, and found I was frittering the time instead of enjoying it: I...

... like buds before they open, like flowers before they bloom. Aren't orchids amazing? Months and months of waiting, of...

... appreciating simple symbols of hope. Maybe even dark spaces hold a whisper of an invitation to keep up your courage, towards the...

Empty-handed? Taken by surprise in the morning, at how moved I was by the experience of sharing Cathedral prayers. The priest uses his...

But what for? Perhaps until I notice the hidden story. Let me wait, then, in these days of not knowing. In this time when I feel...

So there we have it: I have just walked over 300 miles in 3 weeks, an impressive feat (though I say it myself) and a wonder-full,...

Arriving. Barefoot, like thousands before us. A symphony of seal song over the sands. After church, then, a priestly blessing, of both...