The Chandelier of Grief, Yayoi Kusama

It was a beautiful exhibition at the Tate Modern. The artist has been living in a mental health hospital since the 1970s. I fight pain, anxiety, and fear every day, and the only method I have found that relieves my illness is to keep creating art. I followed the thread of art and somehow discovered... Continue Reading →

Love is…

My son is off at camp. My husband will be home from work after midnight. I am home alone, reading a book that is moving me to tears. It's a collection of love stories. A crazy Australian writer spent some time on a busy Brisbane street with a typewriter and recorded stories that came walking... Continue Reading →

Memories on social media

The following came up on my Facebook feed today. It was an 8 year old memory. Me: So what are you going to do for your school topic talk this week?Son: What I would do if I ruled the world.Me: Oh I see… And what would you do love?Son: I'd stop all the wars. Our... Continue Reading →

God is in the detail

The devil is in the detail. How many times have we heard that idiom? It's been said often because it's often true. But I reckon God is there too. I worship a God that spoke the stars into being. He is the creator of the vast universe. But this is the very God who also... Continue Reading →

At the secondhand book fair

Our church in London had a secondhand book fair some weeks back to support TearFund’s humanitarian appeal for Ukraine. I was so encouraged to hear we raised more than £2,000 in donations. But the moment I’ll take with me during my day manning the stalls is a small exchange with a young woman. It was... Continue Reading →

Summertime and sweet strawberries for us

Summertime in the UK means juicy and delicious strawberries. Big, red and soft, strawberries here actually taste like they smell — sweet. They will forever remind me of warm sunshine and cool summers in London. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday

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