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6th January 2021

The temperature has stayed firmly below zero the whole day. My arthritic joints have been creaking in protest, despite the heating puffing away. The old oil-fired range was disposed of a year or so ago, along with single-glazed windows. The house stands a chance of getting warm now. The new boiler is outside the back door, in its self-contained metal box. On cold days – as today – it puffs away, looking like a dragon from the distance. A big green monster gobbling up black gold.

It is too icy underfoot for a walk. The slight melt has frozen, creating a glazed surface, glass-like in its smoothness. So I content myself with taking down the Christmas tree and hauling it outside to prop in a sheltered corner. In a day or two I will hang it with some of the wrinkled apples from the fruit bowl, add some fat-filled coconut shells. Provide food and an element of shelter for the birds, and a small delight for me.

Once the Christmas tree is out, the advent wreath is dismantled, and the Christmas cards are taken down and examined anew, it is time. The door is chalked for the New Year, the house is blessed, that all who come here may also be blessed. The wise men gather round the crib with their gifts. The stars hang up in the windows, and my diamond jewel lights gleam in the darkness. The Christ-child is revealed, Emmanuel, God with us.


Merry Christmas! Nadolig Llawen!

Angel whispers

Brush the mind

Strange promises

Full of hope


The world holds its breath

Until the creator is birthed

Not to cheering crowds and waiting press

Not in explosions of light and sound

But in the night

Hidden away

The darkness hours

Are lit by light eternal


For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

A blessed and happy Christmas to you all.


Angels wings

I wake with a mind full of angels

Of white feathers and halos

And of more.

Swords and fire

Fierce love.

Messages from heaven



I rise, mind still buzzing

Glance out the window

Watch in wonder

As three swans gracefully swim past

Floating serenely on the sea

White feathers gleaming in the sunlight

Heads dipping in among the waves

This year’s cygnet protected

With a fierce love

I watch and wonder

What message God will send

By his angels

This Michaelmas tide.

swans at michaelmas

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.  Psalm 91:11

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Happy New Year! Blwyddyn Newydd Dda!

Rushing waves under a silver moon ushered in the new year. This morning the beach seems freshly swept, ready for the beginning. A dog bounds up to me, full of energy, stick in mouth. We paddle through the stream, admiring the pebble bed. My mum chases waves into the sea, dancing round rockpools. I walk through the water, a thin film between my boots and the sand. The world laughs for joy around us.

mum new years day

Happy New Year! Blwyddyn Newydd Dda! Gott Nytt År! Buon anno! Glückliches neues Jahr! Gelukkig Nieuwjaar! La mulți ani! I hope and pray that this coming year is full of God’s rich blessings for you all.


Sunflowers and waiting

A bitter north wind blows around the house. Banging at windows and doors as though to seek entry. The fire in the hearth fights back defiantly, spitting up the chimney. I sit barricaded against the cold, quilt thrown over me. Hands occupied with stitching, the picture slowly forms.

A sunflower for a friend, cheery colours in the winter dusk. My mind wanders back to the summer. Sunflowers nodding their heads in the garden. Planted as part of Good Friday meditations, they took until late August to come into bloom. A period of waiting, of expectation. Of watering, care, nurture. Finally the buds were seen. They slowly opened out, blossoming in the heat. Following the sun with their faces.

Hands occupied with stitching, the picture slowly forms. Seeds planted. I wait for the coming of spring, for the blossoming. For the harvest.

cathedral sunflower

‘For I know the plans I have for you’, declares the Lord, ‘Plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you hope, and a future.’ Jeremiah 29:11


Moon dance

The bright light shone through the curtains, waking me from sleep. Curious, I rose and peeked out. Silver lit the scene. Patches of fog snuggled in the vegetable patch, bedded down for the night. The moon stretched out her fingers, reaching down to the earth. Mist rose to bow to his love, and the moonbeams sailed down, rising and falling in stately dance. The rising wind eddied the pair into a wild jig. Sitting on the window sill, I watched entranced. Protective clouds gathered around the moon as she traced glowing paths across the garden. Slowly she waved her goodbyes, leaving me to my rest.




Moons and fossils

The moon floats over sunset hill as we walk. Gravel crunches under our feet. Setting sun reflects in the pools. The low lights cast the fossil footprints into sharp relief, hidden among the rock-strewn beach. The cliffs seem to be caressing each other, ripples of stone on stone. Tucked by the shore’s edge, the holy well is in full spate. The ancient tree cradles the stream as it trickles past, frozen in time. At this most sacred season, the water flows again, bringing new life. The stillness rolls over this place, breath of time itself.

monreith, back beach


Merry Christmas! Nadolig Llawen!

alder cones

The alder cones dangle

Empty from the branch

Promise of new life to come

And so we wait

With joy

As we celebrate

The fulfillment

Of the first promise

We wait

For the second coming

For the new dawn

For the future

In wonderment

For the alder to blossom

And bear fruit

In due season.

For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counsellor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6