Stories writ small
Astonishedby the little things. Gardensin the stoneworknot requiringour observing,their storiesversed indifferent tonguesfor a differentaudience. + Sue Heatherington Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿
Reflections on this time of transition
Within the grip of winter, it is almost impossible to imagine the spring. The grey, perished landscape is shorn of colour. Only bleakness meets the eye; everything seems severe and edged. Winter is the oldest season; it has some quality of the absolute. Yet beneath the surface of winter, the miracle of spring is already … Read more
Who might you open the door for?
In our farmhouse, we have several doors with odd handles. On one side is a round handle, and on the other is a lever type. This is because one of our dogs was extraordinarily good at opening doors. Even ones that required pulling towards you. Sadly she is no longer with us. Yet her memory … Read more
Celebrating the voice of Margaret Wheatley
On this day of honouring women who inspire us, I want to celebrate the person and work of Margaret Wheatley. I grew up in an era and culture that appreciated women as long as they stayed within boundaries. We enjoyed the gifts that women brought but didn’t hear their voices or recognise their leadership. And … Read more
What happens when we cross a boundary
A shift occurs when we cross a threshold. It’s both external and internal, though not always immediately apparent. Because our surroundings change, and so do we. And when boundaries are protected to define who belongs where – we also create a new story about who we are. So this is not a space for those … Read more
On the threshold of spring
THRESHOLDS Before and after,lines that shapethe space between. Invitations tounknown possibilities,that whisper promisesof hope and dispelinner boundarieswith light. Come, cross with melet’s see what’son the other side. + Sue Heatherington Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿 ~ Crocuses often mark the threshold of spring, and these are glorious.
On hearing our own voice
Can we hear our own voice? In a world full of noise, this isn’t easy. How do we know it is ours and not the echo of others? Does it sound like us? Is it a voice we want to be around? A stranger we want to meet, whom we wish others to know. This … Read more
Let your life speak
This is the powerful title of a beautiful little book by Parker J Palmer, beloved by many friends. David Marlow reminded me of a quote from it yesterday: “Some journeys are direct, and some are circuitous; some are heroic, and some are fearful and muddled. But every journey, honestly undertaken, stands a chance of taking … Read more
Beginning to see differently
There are two ways we can see differently. Select another lens or change position. There’s no right answer, just an opportunity to decide. Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿