Spending time in theological contexts has been a feature of my life over the last five or so years: the most recent phase in my spiritual...

Two days ago the world turned us past the solstice, the northern hemisphere’s longest day. It all starts with snowdrops, emerging...

I look back, and it has been a month since I last stepped out of the door to greet the world – that piece of it that knows about this...

Easter weekend, and knowing what day it is. More about time – it seems to be following me about. It’s Good Friday, but it feels like...

March 27 is a birth-day of mine. I like to count my sons’ birthdays as mine too – the days I birthed. It’s also a bit of a portal in the...

Equinox passed. Clocks change at the weekend. Snowdrops have given way to daffodils, catkins to pussy willow, the camelias’ defiance of...

‘I’m not going to the practice tonight’ I decided a couple of weeks ago. I’d spent the afternoon sad and angry, increasingly more angry...

Today is a turning point. Not that every day doesn’t offer turning points, but today there are celandines shining through the ivy leaves...

So here’s the thing. Bit of a long story, but shortly, thanks to a lovely life coach, I’m standing on some kind of threshold. The...

At this time of year, I'd have a number of dates in my diary - dates of vestment fairs at theological colleges across the South of...

Where was white, in May Scarlet fuit gleam in hedgerows Prefiguring Yule

The sun rising Slides the palate knife of its rays through the blinds and butters my walls with light

As if 'tweren't enough Bright spring green meets deep spring blue Comes May to snow-blind

It is the best of times – it is the worst of times. It is a time of quiet and expansion – it is a time of boredom and restriction. It is...

It's always felt as though a blog would be a Good Thing. But what to say? Where to start? To start at all? But these are extraordinary...