loneliness – Through the Lens of Motherhood

Vanilla Amarylla

Every year for the last few years we have a growing group of ladies at the church who have a Amaryllis race… some time in November we plant our bulbs.. (those who actually know what they are doing use the same bulb from the year before – mine always dies before she can be rebornContinue reading “Vanilla Amarylla”

Part four: what is love?

I can feel the weariness from the day setting in, I had made my first climb that morning at 6:00 that morning, the second one came at 4:00 in the afternoon and then my third of the day just an hour ago, but I hadn’t just come for the company or the beer. I hadContinue reading “Part four: what is love?”

Part three: Red flags

I walk through the courtyard and up the stairs at the back corner of the wall, towards the old tower lookout. It’s colder up here, the wind is stronger but I am sheltered by the overhang and it’s quiet. I look out over the village below and spot my home on the far side ofContinue reading “Part three: Red flags”

(Part 2) Paris in June

The cold beer tastes good as the flavours rush over my tongue, the liquid is bitter and strong, cold and perfect. I stand watching for a while as people talk, or laugh, there is a group of four playing Settlers in the corner and a full table at the back arguing theology in high spiritedContinue reading “(Part 2) Paris in June”

The beginning

The climb is hard, not because the mountain is actually really a mountain, it’s really more of a quarter of one if you really think about it, but no matter how many times I have started out to make this climb I find myself winded and puffing by the time I reach the final stepsContinue reading “The beginning”