Trundling through life

  I've always known myself to be rubbish at drawing and painting but I've often wished I wasn't.  Wouldn't it be lovely to s...

  It's a long time since I wrote anything so, as I am going to visit one of my long-standing friends to take her an item she couldn'...

 aka How about February?  What is planned?  What is hoped for? First of all, I shall be very busy leading worship.  My dear Friend E has gon...

  Candlemas is tomorrow but many churches will mark it today.   It’s the day when we remember Jesus’s first visit to the temple when he was ...

Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. Unless a leap year is its fate, February hath twenty-eight. All the rest hath three da...

Oomph, or rather the lack of it, has long been at the heart of my problem with winter.  It's the season when my w hen my Get-Up-and-Go g...

  "The gifts of winter" by Stephanie Fitzgerald has introduced me to some wonderful new words but today I want to think about a wo...

Yutori, as "The Gifts of Winter" tells me, is a Japanese word meaning space or room to breathe.   Winter is a good time to slow do...