Change is what we’re here for. Transformation. Development. Our souls always sending out some desire for something new which leads us towards change if we let it. Or we bump into unexpected circumstances that require us to become more truly ourselves by leaving behind what’s old. Continue reading “do I really have to change?”
In recent conversations, the topic of what we long for has come up a lot. There’s a wise mystery about the way our longings may have to rest in some subterranean place for a while until the circumstances in which our longing can be satisfied arise. This arising is a combination of patient seeking and clear connection to this longing along with a helpful dash of prayer or question-asking—which may be the same thing. Continue reading “longing”
How do I transform feelings of anger, from politics, social justice, the place of the modern homemaker, employment inequality; how do I transform these feelings into something tangible and adequate to make change even within my own self, home, community?
Homemaker in the hills
More than ever before we are aware of what is going on in the world, Homemaker in the hills. Continue reading “transformation”
A friend of mine and fellow writer told me she doesn’t like that term. ‘It feels thick, clumsy,’ I think she said.
‘Exactly!’ I thought. ‘That’s right’ When we’re in the grip of soul congestion then our heart feels shrouded and wooden. We can’t feel or we over-feel what is going on. We shift between panic and low moods, excitement and despair. We need a soul decongestant but we usually just give in to a familiar reaction instead. Continue reading “clearing soul congestion”
Trust speaks a foreign language
I have yet to train my tongue to shape, my ear to comprehend. Continue reading “trust speaks a foreign language”
For the past two years, a pair of king parrots has turned up at my house for a few days in September. They’ve woken me early to demand that I feed them. Somehow they know I’m a soft touch for birds with festive plumage because I have a policy about NOT feeding birds. This pair insist upon it by peeping loudly (click this link and scroll down until you get to the audio field on the right to hear just how insistent they are) until I respond. Then they grace me with their sunflower seed eating presence until they are sated. Continue reading “unexpected visitors”
These three areas fascinate me. How do I resist moving into blame and shame when something goes a bit pear-shaped?
What’s wrong with the shape of pears anyway?
How do I notice when I’m tempted to blame somebody, something or even myself, ‘How dare he/she/they/I???’ Continue reading “blame, shame and forgiveness”