Month: December 2018

My end of year, start of year poem of the week, ‘The Darkling Thrush’. It was written by Thomas Hardy, …

I don’t know if you’ve ever played the game: ‘Which century would you most have liked to live in – …

Breaking news. The red mist of outrage falls, making all quite certain. Before the gods destroy someone, they make them …

To understand Julian of Norwich’s revelations and spiritual journey, we must start with shame. It is the journey of a …

We do not need to speak everything on our walk to Christmas and beyond. We do not need to organise …

I left my students to their holidays and met my educational friends at the station We three lecturers! And we’re …

There are some things we don’t have to do at Christmas. We don’t have to exchange laughter for stress or …

Sandra and Maya had been together a number of years. Alongside the good times, (and there had been good times,) …

I was there on the hillside, when the angels arrived ‘Come just as you are,’ they sang, ‘Come just as …