Love, Hope and Faith

I know there is a Fitbit 2 in my stocking, and I cannot wait until tomorrow when I will get to strap it to my arm and go for a run through the Rimutaka Forest, near where I’ll be spending Christmas in New Zealand. As always there’s a lot of talk of gifts at the…

Calling doesn’t start with being called

Last week I joined some clergy in having tea with Archbishop Thabo at his home at Bishopscourt – the oldest private residence in South Africa! When he came to greet me he seemed a little unhappy. He proceeded to put down his tea, remove his dog collar (the white detachable collar that clerics wear) and place it on me….

Spirituality from the Moon

There is something delectable about the Psalms – something that I’ve been able to delight in of late. They have given me permission to do two things. Firstly, they have given me permission to feel whatever it is that I’m feeling, and secondly they remind me that every soul has it’s seasons. Permission for our…

The Writing is in the Sand

A couple weeks ago I had the privilege of languishing in the rugged and remote beauty of the West Coast. After two incredibly busy months I needed some rest, and was delighted to make my annual birthday trip to Britannia bay. As a result of several circumstances (mostly detailed here), I was in something of a hopeless…

How I survived (am surviving) depression

How I survived am surviving depression I was initially temped to title this article ‘5 things that got me through depression’, shelving the article and writing it when I was sorted. Symptomatic of our societal need to portray ourselves as sorted beings, having conquered the challenges that life throw at us. Sadly some of these…