Just a quick introduction before y’all lovingly spam my inbox with concern (for which I am grateful, truly), please remember; writing is my therapy.
Therapy, for the most part, isn’t a pretty, neat nor tidy package.
It can often be ugly, raw, messy.
This is what this piece of writing is. And for this I make no apologies, not this time, I’m sick of apologising for how I feel. I’m sick of disclaimers (which ironically in its essence is what this is) for how I feel. Just know that this piece of writing reflects where I’m at this week, this singular week. It is not my perennial state.Read More
I received the invitation from my friend Brett ‘Fish’ Anderson (please check out his amazing and diverse blog; Irresistibly Fish, you will not be disappointed) , to contribute an article to his series on Parenting, whilst I was smack bang in the middle of hosting my own magnificent personal pity party, all in honour of my perceived parental failure. So my initial response to the email was not exactly enthusiastic, more along the lines of: ‘OH HECK NO! What advice can I offer anyone?’
It’s fast approaching a year since the #YesAllWomen movement started. A movement that gave a voice to those who had been rendered voiceless. A movement that shed light on the alarming prevalence of sexual and physical violence that almost every woman, worldwide had experienced to some degree.
Almost one year on, and nothing has changed.
Women are still being raped.
Women are still being murdered.
This is occurring simply because some men insist on viewing women as being less human than they are, less worthy of respect.
So whilst ever violence against women remains a thing, I will not keep quiet!
NO I will not “just be silent and allow the rape”, as the victim-blaming, convicted gang rapist and murderer Mukesh Singh, suggested in a recent documentary.Read More
If you’ve been living under a rock this past week, or happen to only read reputable news websites, unlike myself, you might have missed the headlines:
‘Couple Caught In Office Sex Romp’Read More
This morning was not a fantastic morning. Nothing dramatically bad, just not very good, and all due to the fact that my husband, and I overslept.
In the space of 10 seconds we had been torn from blissful slumber, cocooned in warm blankets while rain danced on our roof tops, into the panicked reality of an even rushier (I made that word up) than rushed, morning chaos.
Oh what a rude awakening!
I contemplated writing another post
to celebrate this beautiful season, the words chose not to come, and I’m not one who can write, just for writing’s sake. So here is last year’s Christmas post.
My thoughts and feelings haven’t changed. Turns out in fact that I believe more strongly than I ever have before, that everything we do, every word, every act, should merely be an overflow of our worship of Him. I’ve not yet nailed this, I probably never will whilst on this side of eternity. Though my prayer for the year ahead is; that I get closer.
Merry Christmas, may your worship be extravagant, even in the face of hardship.
I regularly encounter people in crisis. I meet with people when they’re at their spiritual, emotional or mental low. Broken and battered, covered in invisible scars, weighed down by the baggage of their past. People struggling to cope with pain, the open fresh wounds of rejection, abandonment, addiction and a myriad of other afflictions that can haunt the human spirit.
These precious souls are often after a word of encouragement, some form of exhortation, a word of hope to get them through the day, and who can blame them?