The blank space

Dear Friends Like the closed down (but still creative) shop window of Top Shop I saw on an early morning…

Some rainbows

It wasn’t all rain. There were rainbows among which Shawna has blogged about fountain pens again. Honestly, she could do…

Dear Cancer It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Fifteen years, to be precise. To the day. Amazing to realise it…

One of the touchstones that I would add to those I blogged about last week is a marvellous section from…

The problem with having had the gleam is that for it to mean anything, work has to ensue. I hate…

When someone asks me am I working on something, I never really know what to say. I want to answer…

Intense Look out here comes that bloke with the worn out eyes. He’s always coming ’round here with his talk…

Ok, so it was a terrible week. But in other news, not such a bad one. My friend Katherine sent…

I don’t want to pretend for a second that it was great. It was full of rawness and grief and…

Before I start, I want to say that this is not about stats. This is not about stats. What this…

Just over a year ago I wrote a blog post talking about my ‘tired frame of mind’ and intention to…

Here are the blog posts that you read most in 2020 As I click through the links I am surprised…

Fourth Sunday in Advent This was another good week. Because it had rest in it. Because I re-read Anne Lamott’s…

Introducing Seeds of Hope, the second anthology of poems, prayers, reflections and provocations from the human rights organisation Amos Trust.…

Third Sunday in Advent Today I pause from giving you updates from grief’s front line and take a leaf from…

Harold Budd, May 24, 1936 – December 8, 2020 I am reposting this piece today in memory of Harold Budd,…

The Sky Over My Mother’s House It is a July night scented with gardenias. The moon and stars shine hiding…

What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade Mrs. Nelson explained how to stand still and listento…