LETTERS FROM UNDER MY BLANKET

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 f...

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

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 t...

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

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 deli...

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 st...

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 mind...

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 wh...

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 st...

Dear friend, I do not like feeling weak. I do not like feeling vulnerable. I want to be strong and brave. I think the word we use instead...

The chatter of a busy child Duplo digging, Tumbles down the stairs; The sound of concentration From the kitchen. A small artist is at wor...

Dear friend, In a way this is one of the harder blogs I have written. I am unwilling to talk about the way I look because I feel I ought ...

Dear friend, This morning finds me back in bed for the first time in a good two weeks of participation. I am deeply grateful for the prec...

Dear friend, It is a delight to be outside today. I am loving the twisting wind and the snatches of sunshine; listening to the birds sing...

The flower I did not want I asked for blooms of colour, extraordinary grace and miracles I did not ask for you. You turned up on the bare...