Everyone Gets to Play
The idea for this piece of writing formed after contemplating interactions with others over a number of years. I don’t say it is well thought out, rather it is a current view on a long-term difficulty that I have experienced. If you have experienced this challenge whilst getting to know people and being known, my… Continue reading Ah…. I thought we were friends
On the first Saturday in December last year I woke again before the rest of the household. It was the day after I had said goodbye to my students for the year. The previous night we had done “church” at our house and my heart was still soft from a beautiful time of tender worship… Continue reading My Best Prayers
A few weeks back I woke up earlier than the rest of the house. I decided to use the “extra” time as a moment to look at my phone note where I keep ideas that might inspire a “story”. In this case, four days prior I had an idea. Those brief notes form the basis… Continue reading There is but One Bus
I got up yesterday morning and thought of all the things I could do. I had one little phrase in my head. I thought, “I could write from that phrase. I haven’t written for a long time. Perhaps I have a story in me.” I sat down for about 5 hours and wrote. I abandoned the initial… Continue reading Travelling Light
This is a short poem that I wrote sometime back. It is about how going forward in this uncertain life requires some light; often not as much as we would like, but enough. Word version of The Dim Light The Dim Light pdf version of The Dim Light The Dim Light rtf version of The Dim Light The Dim Light
After “eating” at the wrong table (fulfilling Godly needs with unGoldly “food”) I felt inspired to write this. I kind of imagined the feeling of being alone and in a new and different environment instead of an old familiar but stale one. Last night we watched an old episode of the TV program “MacGyver” where… Continue reading My Old Jacket
Well, it’s been a long time since I have posted anything at all…. The result of moving towns and changing jobs mostly. Here is a short story. It’s about how our hearts are like mandarins. Well, mostly they are like muscle and so quite different to a fruit and not really the same size or… Continue reading A Shrivelled Heart
The origin of this short story is a bit strange, even for me. When I sent it to my daughter to read I wrote … I woke up this morning with the first phrase of this story in my head and then I ran the dialogue along as I lay in bed… and then I… Continue reading An uncertain Dream
I woke up early on Christmas morning, after helping Father Christmas fill stockings, with an idea for a story. I had asked the Lord to lead me over this time and to speak, and we had watched the movie, “inception” a few days before, so I took the idea as possible inspiration – from God…… Continue reading A Christmas story
