things of beauty

These maps These words And this thought: We once dreamt of open sails and open seas We once dreamt of new frontiers and new lands Are we still a brave people? because if we ignore the calls of the sky, who then will draw the maps of the universe NASA, via Brainpickings

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.…

the stain

We used this table cloth last week at the commission for mission staff gathering, where we were exploring reconciliation and forgiveness. The words were written with waterproofing liquid onto the cloth, and then wine was spilt over it. The glass was smashed and the wine spread spilt. Its stain took the perfect shape of fear…

fierce

It was International Women’s Day yesterday. I celebrated by spending the day on the sofa feeling crap. I was back at work for a few hours today and in a meeting filled with church people. This particular committee is the first – and currently only – ‘church’ committee that i’ve been involved with for a…

Stealing Stories

We are delighted to be running this workshop with the remarkable Pádraig Ó Tuama. It’s designed for those working in community development, transformation and justice. Hope you can come. It’s on March 27 and online registrations are here, for more information, download this pdf: stealingstories workshop. We do not tell stories as they are, we…

lent and borrowed

I like the correlation between lent and borrowed; that you can’t have one without the other. This time, this moment, this love, this air, this land – none of these are mine to own or control. We are all here for a fleeting moment, and illusions of anything else are laughable. I have a choice…

valentines [ii]

I was cleaning out my office the other day, and I found the box of crumpled wedding dresses that has been hiding in the corner under my desk. Three years ago we nearly did a basement space for Valentines Day. We’ve mentioned this often on here. But there was a fire, and the basement space…

Pádraig Ó Tuama in Melbourne

One of the great delights of this year promises to be a visit to Melbourne by Pádraig Ó Tuama. Pádraig is a poet and community development worker from Belfast, but neither of those descriptions do him justice. His poetry and songs have been a constant soundtrack in the office here over the last couple of…

valentines

there is so much today would have been if the world had been as it should and this is the moment where we pretend things are as they were always meant to be and yet today is a result of all the things that have fallen apart the mistakes the injustices and unfairness: the meeting…

Telling words

Julie Perrin is blogging her way through a five week story telling course she’s participating in over in Cape Town. She writes so beautifully. So looking forward to hearing all she has to tell on her return.