The Big Needle

So this post is intended to be the promised follow-up to my previous instalment Needles and Haystacks (#1); an attempt to make sense of my messy mind and the glimmers of sense I think I might have found there. However, a few more days, weeks or months- who knows, is it still 2020?!– have passed…

Needles and Haystacks (#1)

First off, I apologise for the lazy, cliche title of this blog post. It is my way of saying that any attempt to draw something sensible and coherent out of the last few weeks is about as challenging as locating that illusive shiny spindlette from a very wiry, very messy haystack. So there’s no chance…

Going to Town

Yesterday was a bad day. We are in between settling into our new home (yey!) and going on holiday, where we will also see my family for the first time since December, (extra lockdown restrictions permitting). Aware that the new school year is set to start days after we return, we put some time aside…

Giving God the Grumps

I’ve been keeping a weekly lockdown diary on this page, (miracles do happen!) but felt this story was a little too good, (not to mention long and detailed!) to share within that. So, here goes, I hope it encourages somebody as much as it has done me! Yesterday was a bad day. In fact, the…

The Stuff That Stuck

Over the last few posts, I have been attempting to convey how and when the invisible cloud began to lift; how I went from one pretty dark year or so, to the light I increasingly sense now, with little more than a retreat in between. There are some big, obvious factors in this; namely, our…

Out of the Hole

A couple of months back I was at a conference for church family workers and volunteers, attending a seminar about Perinatal Mental Health. During the seminar, the speaker showed this video by Brenee Brown, explaining the difference between Sympathy and Empathy. In it, a little fox is alone in a dark hole. An empathetic bear…

The Overflow

If you are a parent of any number of children, you will most likely have heard the phrase, “you’ve got your hands full there!” Several (hundred) times. A day. Personally, I don’t mind it.┬áIt’s not a tut, or a put-down; it’s a generally positive encounter with another member of the public, who takes the time…

Head Space for Head Cases

“Come and have a drink with us!” She shouts merrily from the kitchen. I put my keys down and glance at the clock. It’s half past nine. I’m tired, of course, but the wine and the crisps look particularly inviting and so I decide, despite my better judgement, that it’s worth the risk. Error. Before…

Once More, For the Love of God

A couple of months back I wrote a post about taking stock: re-evaluating life, re-assessing our priorities and pretty much just getting a grip. I aimed to re-approach every area of life with renewed focus: stripping back duty, desperation and befrazzlement (yup, just made that one up, but I like it), with a simpler, more…

For the Love of God

It all started with The Great British Bake Off. Sort of. Let me explain… About eighteen months ago now, (yep… about two months before the real “baking incident”); Husband and I got to a stage in family life where we actually began to feel… human. Oh yeah. It may just be a glistening memory now,…

Wholly Weak

I confess that this week; the most important week in the Christian calendar and the one neck-and-neck with Christmas in the Vicar-stakes, has somehow crept upon us. What’s worse, it has appeared at such an alarming speed that it seems to have knocked me sideways, somewhat. See, after weeks of adrenaline-fuelled horn-grabbing; smashing this mother-of-three…

School Comforts

So I mentioned in my previous post that I’d been getting rather… emotional… lately. This week, that’s proven to be a bit of an understatement! I mean it really, really doesn’t take much at the best of times, but yesterday morning… Well, it was plain embarrassing. We went for an introductory tour around what we hope…