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The Boredom in Motherhood
‘I hope you aren’t bored!’ That is what I hear a lot (and still do) when I mention that I am primarily a stay-at-home mum. I often don’t know what to say in response to that. I am certainly not more bored than I was when I was working a corporate job! This tells us… Continue reading
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The Sound of Music and the Gospel
The Sound of Music is hands-down my favourite musical of all time, not least because my grandad watched it with us at least once a week when we came back from nursery, resulting in an annoying recitation of well-loved dialogue any time we watched it again as a family. Recently, my husband got us tickets… Continue reading
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A re-start of sorts
An Addition. There has been a joyous addition to our family – our son who was born last year, just in to welcome spring. An addition that has pointed us heavenward for strength for each hour, he has stretched our capacity for patience, selflessness and self-discipline in ways that were much needed. A subject of… Continue reading
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Small stories – Bezalel and Oholiab
featured image source: yearinthebible.com A few weeks ago I wrote about the worthiness of “stories about little things”. These little stories, little snippets that leave wide margins for awe, wonder, and imagination. Bezalel and Oholiab are the first two people with small stories that I’d like to explore. If you haven’t heard of their names… Continue reading
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The comfort of insignificance
I’ve always been drawn to little and inconsequential things – stories of ordinary people, not changing the world, nor going through any dramatic transition, just letting life and all its colourful ideas (or tragic happenstance) come and pass. I adore also the stories where more ink is spilled over the leaves, the petals, the soil,… Continue reading
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The Unhestitatingly Speedy Pace of Life
I sit on the train hurtling down the English countryside on our way down to London to visit family. Hurtling seems to be the word characterising my entire existence this season: hurried lunches wolfed down in between meetings and tasks, intensely deep conversations explored between two souls between the one-hour-limit of our appointment, plans scribbled… Continue reading
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Of a plate of Warm, Fresh Cookies
A certain weight in life can only be eased by a plate of fresh, warm cookies. Weight that multiplies in the cloud of anxiety, that entangles itself with hormones and tiredness and the yearning for the elusive “next thing”, that finds you balancing budgets and writing emails through hot tears. A sharp sting that intrudes… Continue reading
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Reflections in Cymru
Breakfast was had in a cosy little stone house, slanted roofs framing the welcoming atmosphere of cobbles kitchen and Deli. With sandwiches in hand, beef brisket for Paul and breakfast bagel for me, we set off for the nearest picnic bench to savour our long awaited morning feast. Let’s face it, holidays for us are… Continue reading
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Windy and Blustery
It’s the season where all things whirl by seemingly chasing after the windy blustery air in a mad hurry. Laundry dries just as the clothes on our backs need washing again. The constant flow of correspondence, both written and electronic, beckon at our attention. Dates of exams creep up and usher in hasty hours of… Continue reading
the migrant wife 