This year, I completed my tour of Church of England cathedrals. Each one brought something different: intangible presence at Carlisle, sensing centuries of prayer at
I admit it, I drove away from my stay with Mary-Rose in Birmingham with tears in my eyes. Our final module in Coventry reminded me
I am from cots, beds And starchy white aprons I am from ward 8 Thermometers, bedpans And the wireless in the corner I am from
I’ve been reflecting on the project we are asked to describe as emerging from this Pilgrimage, in each of our journeys. Right at the beginning,
I am from tea cups from avocados and chocolate I am from the warmth of CA sunshine I am from palm trees The lemon trees
I am from parents who desperately wanted a child… but not one like me I am from grandparents who adored me and accepted me just
I am from silliness with my twin sister I am from Halifax, West Yorkshire I am from Ecstacy and the moment I was welcomed into
I can not (yet?) call myself a ‘reconciling leader’. The words stick in my mouth and choke in my throat with their declaration of already
Quakers can be quite righteous. We tend to point out the positives and even our testimony of truth hasn’t stopped us from passing over the
I’ve already posted a reflection on the power / white Christianity relationship. I feel really called to post a second one. This one comes from
