Light in the Wake of the Storm

The rain fell so hard today that the earth felt like it might wash away in one long flood of tears. But when the dark lifted and the thunder drum gave up it’s final roll, the last word belonged to the light. For in the wake of the tempest trailed a thousand fluid diamonds,  clinging fragile…

That Day, This Day, One Day… Life in the Now and Not Yet

We live in the now and the not-yet, the space where darkness and light meet, the no-mans-land between the battle-lines of the Kingdom of God and the encroaching kingdom of darkness. As the battle rages around us, sometimes we fall, sometimes we stand, but always Light is on the move, confronting darkness with never fading…

Restoring Butterflies

 A butterfly’s struggle to free itself from it’s cocooning chrysalis is difficult to watch.  It’s easy to assume that a creature so small and delicate needs help against this ‘unnecessary’ struggle.  We can be quick to reach for our well-meaning tweezers to help.  However it is through this wrestle for freedom that essential chemicals are released and circulated throughout the butterfly’s…

Loved is Your Name

Loved is your name, because loved is what you are. Though many other names than this, have scraped across your heart. This world does not always see you or recognise your name, It does not know your name because it does not know it’s own. Loved is your name, because loved is what you are….

Darkness Overwhelms Me, As Light Dresses Up For War

An hour ago the words too hideous to hear, too pitch black to say, filled the air with too much damnable darkness that I cannot see for blinding rage and cannot breath but I must fight… and darkness overwhelms me, tears corrode my face with grieving streams and my heart is all in shaking, raging…

One-day

When I scattered the stars in space I knew one-day you would see them, That one-day they would lead you to me. When I made the waves roll on the sand,  I knew one-day you’d chase along them, That one-day they would lead you to me. I was  thinking of you when I made the…

Eyes Wide Open

One of my least favourite things in all the world is Kingston traffic, Kingston traffic heading  through crossroads at 5pm. Petrol fumes and burning oil hang on hot, humid air. Cars, buses and pedestrians flooding frustration, pushing, pressing through non-existent lines. Revving engines roar and rage, horns beat out of time to the hollering song…

Letting Go

In fear, in stress, in “I’ll show you” In fetal ball my heart curls closed Like my fist All clenched tight All knuckled white Primed for self defence Primed for emptiness Letting go is lighter Letting go is braver Letting go is opening, Opening hand and heart Opening to the possibility that control is not…

Here in the Now

  Three weekends ago we let go of everything and drove up into the mountains of Jamaica for an afternoon. And as the road wound its way upwards my heart unwound the layers of it’s cocoon and my lungs breathed deeply the cool mountain air; The air of presence in one moment, that moment, right…

Finding Life

Finding Life (on a walk in Holywell on our 12th wedding anniversary)   If we push through, hurry past rush by and move fast… We may miss the small things. Small things like.. Glory Wonder Grace Small things that breath life into dark and empty spaces, Hurried, harried places. Places in the heart that have…

Peace on Earth, this earth, right here beneath our feet…

Every little girl longs to be an angel. And in our yearly advent pageant they have a chance to fly, donning the white gown of hastily cut sheeting, the wreath of a sparkly tinsel halo and the cardboard wings. And they glow these angels all in white, the sparkle of the tinsel eclipsed only by…

Beauty Loves the Beast

I decided to post something a little different this month; A little work of fiction, with a hint perhaps of non fiction… ‘People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.’                                …

Golden Frames

My mother takes a thousand photos, many of them unremarkable as art. But art is not, I am pretty sure, why she does it. She does it because she is attempting to hold a memory, to make a moment stay longer than it otherwise would. This I fully understand. And how I have longed to…

God. Is. With. Us.

I love Christmas. The carols, the wonder, the traditions, the too-much-food-only-eaten-once-a-year. It is the time of year I most miss being with my family, the time when living over seas is most costly, not in money but in feeling, the feeling that comes when you are surrounded by those who know and love you most….

I See You.

I pulled the car out of the white-water rush of traffic, parked and jumped out. I was in search of last minute potatoes in the middle of down town Kingston rush hour. Traffic fumes assaulted the senses at every turn, traffic noise beat at ear drums, a cacophony of chaos. The small street stall had…

Waves

‘Only spread a fern-frond over a man’s head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.’ John Muir There is a little girl I know who loves to jump the waves. I did not meet her until recently, though I have known her for three years. I work with…

‘Love Is As Love Does…’

Laughter fills the air in our kids club birthday celebrations, laughter, shouting, energetic glee, all seasoned with a pinch of mayhem and a cup full of chaos. Every child gets cake, every birthday-child gets a gift, and every leader get exhausted. It was just after one of these crazy birthday programmes that Kelecia (one of…

“So Can God Save Your Life?”

“We run the place yu know” said the gunman, casually revealing his semi-automatic weapon. The midnight air (pregnant with tension and the smell of weed) wrapped darkness around both he and my husband on the deserted road leading down into Majesty Gardens. David drew a breath, “Actually, God runs the place” he said calmly, his…

The Light In Our Eyes

Seconds, minutes, hours, days… all wound up in moments of time. Thousands of these moments thread through our lives, entering and leaving, unremarkable, unnoticed, and later unremembered. But not all moments are lost in this way, some moments etch themselves into minds forever, carving themselves into the walls of our consciousness, returning again and again,…

Peace On Earth

He stood on the edge of East Road, in Trench Town, Kingston, Jamaica, scanning the plot of land before him, his mind was in another place, a place of big plans, high hopes and higher ideals. Barely out of adolescence, he had returned to Jamaica with a vision; Basketball. To use this sport as a…

Imperfectly, Beautiful, Messy, Wonderful

There is a castle in my daughters bedroom towering over her toys. This castle began as a modest cardboard soy milk crate when my daughter was four years old and over the next four years was added to, and added to until it became a palatial expanse with cream painted walls and gold topped turrets;…

Human Eyes

A single moment passes so quickly, yet can change a life forever. I was in the back seat of our family car. I watched the world from here a lot in my early years. I used to love long car rides, the passing scenery mingling with my day-dreams, the open Australian sky, presiding over cities,…

A Small Corner in the Sun

One of the places I love most in all the world is here in Jamaica, in the small corner in the sun where the river meets the sea at Frenchman’s Cove. This is a place awash with  memories of family moments. It is also the place where my four year old son first learned to…

The Human Moment

I looked out my kitchen window. My daughter was in the front drive perched in an unsteady lean on her bicycle, one foot planted on the ground, the other on the peddle. She was talking with Alex, the young man who sometimes worked in our yard. He stooped down as he listened to her soft…

Silence or the Song?

I travelled on a train over the summer break through emerald rolls of English countryside, drinking in green, soaking up light (albeit fairly dim light compared to Jamaican or Australian sunshine). It had been a long time since I watched the world whirl by me in this way. It reminded me of another train journey I…

Rainstorms and Rainbows

It rained this morning.I love breathing in deeply the fresh smell of rain. I have to admit that in the tropics where i live, my favourite type of weather is a good hard, set in rain. I suspect that if I lived in the UK I might feel a little differently about this, but here it…