all of who we are

A reflection for a meeting this morning, of a highly complex and demanding committee… One of the great gifts that working in the prison gave me was the demand to learn to live with complexity. The oh-so-human tendency to categorise people in terms of oppositional binaries – labelling one as good, and the other as…

just one

I ask for just one miracle this weekend: that I will no longer believe the impossible is. That I will find the faith to believe that liberation will come for those who are imprisoned by their own – or another’s – fear and judgement. That I will find the faith to believe that the most…

ever after

my fingers curl around his just one last time making question marks of all the things we never had the courage to understand we delay the saying of final goodbyes we walk past the shop past the pub with its signs in the window exhorting us to dance as though no-one is watching and love…

small things

So it didn’t work – the act of faith where we stretched beyond ourselves into the space that took everything we are and more; where we said ‘yes’ in the name of love to certain failure and incontrovertible disaster, – yet were still surprised the dream did not survive its life – [when will we…

the thread

A few too many mixed metaphors, but it’s nice to be writing again… We’d thought at the beginning that running a thread of grace through the stories we wear as our life meant it could only ever turn out beautiful but it’s nothing like the pattern made us hope. it’s become somehow an unholy mess…

in the dark

it was one of those days when she searched for the thing, the one part of her existence that might give her a moment’s light yet everything – him the work the project the people the life the whole bloody world – was dark it was one of those days that looked like a night…

70 x 7 + 1

They always said that what he really meant was a figure so unimaginably large there was no way anyone would reach it that what he was really saying was you had to forgive an infinite number of times and then still more After all who could need forgiving that often? So I forgave and forgave…

in saying yes to love

written for the lovely Taryn and Gareth to use as a reflection at their wedding… There is a way of looking at the world which takes great faith to see: before all time began, the word love was breathed into the universe, and in every time since then, its echo is waiting to be told….