The entrance to a rambling 135 hectare country park is just across the road from my home. Once inside, there are hills to climb with countryside views as far away as the neighbouring counties if the weather is fine; small lakes, open green spaces, winding paths and patches of forest. Birdsong in the mornings is…
(A post for those interested in Christian perspectives. Written before the coronavirus crisis.) Easter is the major Christian festival. It’s when we focus on the death and suffering of Jesus, and his victorious resurrection which contains the promise of our own. It’s easy to say “Happy Easter” but for many people – even those attending…
I see the grief journey as being in two main strands. One strand is the living with grief aspect. Surviving, finding ways to cope with the heartbreak and maelstrom of emotions, as well as the practical changes, that our loss has brought. It’s the “be kind to yourself” strand. The other strand is remembering with…
Can you spot the significance of this photo? I took it from behind, as this was a group of strangers and I didn’t want to intrude. Bringing up the rear is a lady with slightly greying hair, and in front of her is presumably her husband, both I would guess in their 50s. The pair…
(A post from a Christian perspective.) There is a lot in the Bible about joy. “The joy of the Lord is your strength”, “happy is the people whose God is the Lord”, and so on. Many churches today emphasise these “happy messages” and sometimes equate spirituality and faith with being happy and positive. But this…
(A post for those interested in Christian perspectives) It’s been a long cold winter in the UK. The frozen snow in our back garden just about melted in time for the Spring equinox, although the pond was still covered with a thin layer of ice the other morning and there are frozen heaps of snow…
On missing a loved one.
Grief, like the love that underlies it, is so often the inspiration for poems. Poetry is art in words. Just a few words can say so very much. Poetry may come from our own soul, or we might find someone else’s poem expresses our thoughts and feelings better than we can. I wrote a lot…
