Perhaps it’s the oxytocin making me gushy after so many hours Havening with clients recently, but I balled like a baby at the Wicked movie this week! Have you been? It was so lovely to see it with my daughter, we had the theatre to ourselves as we gasped and sobbed. This
It’s funny isn’t it that when we start to think about, or focus on a particular thing, it seems to pop up everywhere. There’s science to this phenomenon that I’ll leave for another day, but it’s happened to me this last few weeks. I’ve been spending a of time on Substack recently.
I wrote on my Substack this week about the God of my imagination. I’d been reflecting on how I created God in my imagination. Which is, of course, what we all do as we learn about faith, as it becomes our framework, identity, worldview, a relationship with the divine. It’s
I remember sitting up in bed and taking a deep breath the first time I read the writing of Bayo Akomolafe some years ago. He started with “The times are urgent, let us slow down” quoting an African proverb. You can see the blog I was reading here. It’s a thought provoking delight alongside a warm drink and
My humanity pulls me toward grief, I am heartbroken at the suffering I see and am forcing myself to witness. I tend to my own trauma stewardship so I can enlarge my capacity to feel it and bear it with the global community.
The documentaries keep coming. On cults, megachurch demise and people we may have once looked up to and admired, falling from grace. Or rather, tripping over themselves while clinging to tired old scripts and defending the indefensible. And of course, we know why this is, to admit there was wrongdoing
Memoir is my favourite genre of story. I love to delve into good storytelling, to see where people have come from, what has shaped them, what they’ve overcome, what resonates for me in the same way. There’s an element of curiosity in it for me but also it makes me
On imagination and curiosity. Staying open to the world. One of the things I miss about the faith of the first half of my life is the certainty. Sure, confident, ordered, framed. It was always possible to know what was right and wrong. I knew myself, my place in the
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