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…

“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…