hands up

March 10, 2009 in getting over myself

Picture this: you’re helping serve Sunday breakfast for homeless men and women. There are other Christians there too, drawn from churches around the area. Like the breakfast you’re serving, the team of improvised cooks is an odd affair; a little over cooked in places, perhaps a tad quirkily-presented at times, but together you think you’ll [...]

going grey

March 4, 2009 in new normals

The first anniversary of mum’s death is nearly over. Two hours and six minutes left, but I doubt I’ll be here for all of them.
It has been a strange day. In some ways it has been like so many other experiences I have had of late; it measured up almost eerily well to my [...]