“We scour the ground for the first shoots from bulbs we planted last year. Sometimes winter feels so long.
Yet under the earth these packets of potential lie waiting, and the bare branches of the trees will not be always be bare. They may look dead against a wintry sky, but we know they live. “
We think of today as a day of extraordinary good news and celebration. However, as I was pondering yesterday, that first ‘resurrection day’ and the days that followed contained a mish mash of confusion, mistaken identity, surprising encounters, mixed messages, garden glories, conversations on the road, surprise, fear, doubt , wonder, until the weight of…… Continue reading the weight of witness
Today I sit in the waiting room of the world; it’s quiet and there are no posters on the walls, no magazines to keep me occupied, just a chair and me, waiting The air is thick with the hopelessness of yesterday, its goodness yet to be recognised and tomorrow feels a long way off I…… Continue reading the waiting room of the world