I have been very grateful to those who have taken up my nettle sting metaphor, and helped me to transform it. And for the person who has taken the whole thing to new level. I remember nettle soup, made at least once by Much Missed Mother. It was very tasty; salty and vegetably, as I… Continue reading When nettles sting, make nettle soup!
Today I have been listening, together with others, to people exploring their story, as they seek to discern where they might next be called. It was, as it always is, a moving and an encouraging time. I then opened the email, and met another nettle sting from somebody who is very certain of what should… Continue reading To discern or to know…..?
…London is full of rainbows. It’s wonderful. That is all!
I have just received a round-robin email to a group of people who do my kind of job. This is a group I never attend, because the timing doesn’t work for me, but they graciously keep me on the mailing list – in hope perhaps… The email starts “Dear Brothers” I used to have a… Continue reading On not being a brother….
I have spent this afternoon breaking the rules. A task that I undertake for The Big Organisation has a fairly specific set of guidelines, and a good training programme. By nobody’s fault, I have not managed to attend the training, but those who manage the task reckon that my particular set of skills and experience… Continue reading I did it the wrong way, and it was right.
This time, it’s not me being nettle-stung. But several folk around me. People I respect, admire, care for, know are doing good things, and more significantly, being real and doing what they are for. And the little little stings that mount up and combine and raise those little, little hurts that mount up and combine… Continue reading Can’t do right for doing wrong…..
Contrasting conversations today; both mattered, and both significant. But one easy and comfortable, the other awkward and fearful. Two relationships. Both precious. Both life-giving. But in different ways. I would not be who I am without both of these people in my life. I am grateful for them both. Of both, I would use the… Continue reading In the end, all there is….