creating change without shouting
Even though many of us may have spent the last year feeling separate from others, this observation still rings true. It’s the people we choose to be around. Those who influence the way we see the world as we are immersed in their vision of how things are. And those with whom we share the … Read more
This is a liminal space, where we recognise the unknown and still choose to be there. Because liminal space is both abandonment (of control) and intentionality (for purpose). We need to let it do its work in us because we need to cross the threshold into a different place. And this is the only way. … Read more
What colour is the question you are holding in your hand? Lifting to the light in this liminal time. Hoping the last rays of sun will catch your intent before sinking behind the hill. What colour is waiting?
No, honestly – what is your question? I’m not asking because you’ve got it wrong. Or you are stupid. You’re not. But I do want to know what is the question you carry with you. That unsettling perhaps, or that doubt that can’t entirely be subdued. Or that possibility that is threatening to burst in … Read more
Back in the day, when we went shopping and were viewing options but weren’t ready to buy, we used to say ‘just looking’ when the eager sales assistant approached. Yet when was the last time we really looked at something. Not stuff to purchase, but the world we live in. When was the last time … Read more
I wonder, what would you call this flower? Cuckooflower Milkmaids Lady’s smock Cuckoo bittercress Whitsuntide gilliflower Mayflower Cardamine pratensis Or do you have another name? And as you read these words, where do they take you? For me, the familiar name is Milkmaids, and it takes me back to field margins on my home farm … Read more