LETTERS FROM UNDER MY BLANKET

On Monday I went to do what I like to call some writing reconnaissance. You might know it as wasting time. Or a very inefficient cup of...

Another scream of wind tore at her stinging face. She could barely stand now, let alone see. Her boots gave way once more on the frozen...

Stories of sharing. Thinking about how we can stop feeling compared all the time and start giving with joy.

Here's me reading it. x I don’t believe in ironing. Does anyone ever really iron anymore? Except for a wedding of course, then a very...

Callings are smelly Click 'play' here if you want me to read it to you. I want to be popular. I want more clicks. I want what I say and...

Click here to hear me read it. The far corner of the barn is glowing; the red of the heat lamp bravely fighting the enveloping, freezing...

Click here to hear me read it Blessed are the desperate How are you feeling? I’m writing this the day after Boris’ roadmap to freedom has...

(Click this video if you'd like me to read you the blog) Sometimes the storms are outside. Raging at the window panes. Sometimes they are...

Sometimes I get so very lost. Lost in a tangled web of my own thoughts. My questions feel too big or the answers seem over the hill and...

Death of a perfectionist In the first lockdown we were grateful for the sunshine. Maybe this one will be all about the starlight. Stars...

Dear friend, It was the second week of our much longed for sabbatical, and we were dragging our sandy children and salty towels back to...

Presence and wanderings In August 2018 my body decided it had had enough rushing for one lifetime and put me very decisively under a...

Dear friend, I love that verse from Zephaniah 3:17: “The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great...

Dear friend, I have known God to be the God of abundance. I have seen him lavish kindness and underserved gifts on me. I have seen him...

A poem - for those who spend time under water, and the one who stays with them. The water, I can hear it lapping. At the edges Of my...

Dear friend, I am not very brave. I would say actually I’m fearful a lot of the time. I’m afraid of heights. I’m afraid of the wind. I’m...

Thoughts about joy Dear friend, Isn’t January the worst? Glitter and fireside glow gives way to dank blankets of endless cloud and spring...

Dear friend, I love the whole idea of hygge. For those of you who don’t read as many magazines as me, hygge (hue-guh) is a danish word...

Dear friend, Being the deeply spiritual person that I am, I have been thinking a lot about a Winnie the Pooh quote: “They say nothing is...

Dear friend, I am rattling home on the way back from London. September’s warm light is pouring through the windows and on to fields of...