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The walk to Christmas
Posted by Simon Parke, 13 Dec 2018
We do not need to speak everything on our walk to Christmas and beyond.
We do not need to organise the mystery that is our lives.
Or to rely to heavily on plans made, because life takes place in the cracks between our plans…
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We three lecturers!
Posted by Simon Parke, 10 Dec 2018
I left my students to their holidays and met my educational friends at the station
We three lecturers!
And we’re setting off on a hunch, having consulted the foreign office, a refugee story…
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Some things we don't have to do at Christmas
Posted by Simon Parke, 10 Dec 2018
There are some things we don’t have to do at Christmas.
We don’t have to exchange laughter for stress or spontaneity for control.
We don’t have to take responsibility for everyone else’s happiness…
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The Secret Contemplative
Posted by Simon Parke, 5 Dec 2018
Sandra and Maya had been together a number of years.
Alongside the good times, (and there had been good times,) things had been rocky as well.
Their two sets of friends didn’t get along, which caused discomfort and arguments.
And then they split for a while, nasty things were said, reactive stuff…
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Just as I am - an Advent journey
Posted by Simon Parke, 5 Dec 2018
I was there on the hillside, when the angels arrived
‘Come just as you are,’ they sang, ‘Come just as you are!’
Invitation to leave a landscape chill, to make a journey - can’t do any harm
But just as I am? I hardly think so…
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Julian of Norwich, contemporary of both Chaucer and Langland, was the first woman to write a book in English. Yet remarkably, she disappeared from view for 600 years, before her rediscovery in the 20th century. My new novel is Julian’s own telling of her life.
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In the first of my Abbot Peter mysteries, in a prequel to the Abbot’s Stormhaven adventures, Peter takes us back to the monastery of St James-the-Less. There in the shadows of Mt Sinai, Abbot Peter faces a discomforting cocktail of deception, delusion and death.
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