On being above the line

The chill of the fog hung in the valley like a cold weight. And walking up to the boy’s fields, higher on the hillside, felt laboured. Until I passed the line where the sun broke through. Slanting across the valley from the other side, it brought everything to life. And me to warmth. Nothing changed, …

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Speaking to ourselves in love

On the wall above my desk, I have an excerpt from John O’Donohue’s Blessing for Matins: May I live this day Compassionate of heart,Clear in word,Gracious in awareness,Courageous in thought,Generous in love. + John O’Donohue, from Benedictus: A Book of Blessings, Bantam Press 2007 What might grow if we applied this to ourselves, rather than …

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A glimpse at the turning point

What’s that shimmeringin the corner of my eye?Unexpectedly expected,it’s been hovering there a while, soundless, patientlywaiting to be noticed.It’s the turning pointwe only understandafter it’s happened.


What kind of ripples?

In 1966 Robert F Kennedy made his Ripple of Hope speech in Cape Town, South Africa. ‘Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centres …

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