Every now and then I get a taste of Zimzum. A sense of a contraction and a making of space for me and others. I’ve always been puzzled about how the voluntary creating of space for another person has a deep effect on the other, especially those who have experienced […]
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Life can have many traumatic events, but is God concerned about your happiness? Yes, and there is a quest happening. I’ve been doing a sailing course over the last month. Learning how a sailboat worked. I knew the physics, but I wanted to feel what it was like to be […]
Feeling overwhelmed can feel like you’re caught in a flood, but you are not alone. Reach out. I shut down. What was coming at me was too much. The brain was emotionally overloaded. I think I am a very sensitive person. Nothing wrong with that. My sensitivity helps me […]
You step out to make a change, but then it stops. There is sabotage, a self-sabotage, but with good listening we can see movement forward. One of the saddest things you can see is when someone sets out to change some aspect of their life, they get to a certain […]
Perhaps it’s the little ones where we should give our focus. What would a church for the ‘little ones’ look like? There is a church that I drive past most weeks, and as I do, my heart sinks. Years ago, I went into this church building several times and […]
We need a place. A church, a nest, a fire of warm burning coals. A place for the growth of mental health. Is it possible? Trigger alert: This post contains the word ‘Church’ in it. 😊 Please push through. The story goes that there was once a man who had […]
They had got so used to the intrusiveness of others that they didn’t even care anymore, but slowly a line in the sand appeared, then a fence and then they built a wall. I enjoy being kind. I am generous, probably to my own detriment, but sometimes I feel […]
Hope and mental health. They seem quite linked, but what helps them both to dance together well? I recently had a picture pop into my head. It was a headstone, in a cemetery, and engraved into the old tired stone was the name of the deceased – Hope. Not […]
You’ve got nothing left. An empty love tank, weightless and vulnerable. But you want love. Who and what will fill the need? The water tank was empty. I opened up the lid on the tank and immediately I could smell the residue of silt lying on the bottom of the […]
We build walls; we build personas, but are we weak enough to receive truth into our innermost being? That is where strength comes out from weakness. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t to be known as someone who has nothing to give. I want to move into my […]