Category Archives: From the basement

Waiting. A variety of experiences come into that category. Waiting for bus feels very different from waiting for test results. Waiting can be stationary, absorbed in the event being waited for, unable to think about anything else. Waiting can be … Continue reading →

The man at the swimming pool I go to a few times a week now knows my membership number off by heart. After going there for two and a half years does this mean I have finally settled in hoveactually?

It is Advent. One of those Christian calendar times that you can eschew in the knowledge that it’s not about observing special days and seasons, or maybe embrace knowing that there are many things that are put into our journey … Continue reading →

Moments when my heart feels like it has come home: Saturday afternoon, sitting with a friend by a kitchen table, leaning against a radiator, warmth spreading throughout my back. From the other room sounds of Saturday afternoon rugby, a mug … Continue reading →