Category Archives: Life on the journey
Sunday
Dawn. Resurrection morning The tomb is empty. Tears are shed. Where is he? Not here in the place of the dead. Not here in darkness and gloom. Here speaking hope in a garden. Here on a bright sunny morning on … Continue reading
Saturday.
And this is the stillness. This is the quiet in-between. The moment when creation held it’s breath and we stopped. Some wondered, some watched. Some stood and gasped out tears in This space, empty and full. Despairing and yet tinged … Continue reading
And now for something completely different…
This weekend I had the first test of the Great British Public’s approach to buggies on trains. Sonface had his first trip out on a train, as you can see he was pretty entranced by the lights and movement going … Continue reading
Angry but in a good way…
I read these words and I am full of anger. Anger at my brain’s refusal to dance in the freedom of these words, anger at not hearing these words enough, anger at the general feeling that this is not what … Continue reading
Look at me?
Who do I want you to see when you look at me? I want you to see someone coping well with life, someone with their stuff together, someone who is good at living life well. I want you to see … Continue reading
The Long Walk Home 