I’ve been there: why most of us are just like Jill Meagher

September 28, 2012

I’ve been there. It’s only 5 (10, 15) minutes walk home. I know the way. I’ve walked it before this late. “I know how to defend myself.” I say this to convince them and myself; with false bravado. Yet, I hold my keys threaded through my fingers, held in a loose fist the whole way […]

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September 26, 2012

Control. Sometimes it is what we grasp for, in the smallest of things when we don’t feel like we have it over anything large. I used to let the way a housemate washed a dish, or what my mother did or did not say right in comforting me, or errant books or shoes in living […]

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On seeking a church in a new place

September 25, 2012

I’ve only visited three churches since I decided to make this coastal city my home for the foreseeable future. I’m not really sure exactly what God has for me here yet. I know I’m looking for a community of people seeking Truth, whose lives are open to that Truth permeating them and who are real, […]

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On not being a box to be ticked

September 24, 2012

When there isn’t a clear way forward, where there is not a choice to be made yet, and especially when it is not even clear I should be “waiting” I do the strangest things. Granted, my version of strange and your version of strange probably look completely different. It’s be an odd week. I’ve been […]

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The quiet anticipation

September 13, 2012

It is five thirty in the morning and the birds have begun their raucous chatter. I have missed this. I missed the cool sharpness of the air and the sound of these birds. I arrived once again by train. a bus and train by the black bitumen-ed highway and through rugged and grassy fields. It […]

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Valuing the simple things

September 11, 2012

Early this morning, my Great Aunt Olwyn passed away. She was an incredibly strong woman. I am feeling for her husband, my Great Uncle Jim, and her brother, my grandfather. My sisters mean the world to me – and my grandfather will miss his sister intensely. I originally wrote this meditation in 2008 – my […]

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Lest it all spills out

September 5, 2012

It’s like being thrown forward to tumbling over and again whacking every flat surface of my body and being twisted up in the lengths of fabric. Sometimes life is so full to its edges you feel like you’re almost being suffocated by the things that normally offer comfort and warmth. There are points in life […]

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The Art of Incompetence

July 17, 2012

Some of us, me included, are burdened with the difficult trait of needing to be competent. My detail oriented nature sometimes slips over into perfectionism when I feel a particular need to control the details. The kind of perfectionism that is lauded in traditional educational environments can become paralyzing if instead of being motivating it […]

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Nomadic Writing

June 25, 2012

It was probably unwise to expect myself to get much written or edited in the midst of spending time with a lot of people I haven’t seen in three years while here in Waco. But I did expect it. I have to expect myself to get at least an hour a day of work in […]

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The haar in the pit of my stomach

June 23, 2012

So there I was, sitting in Waco yesterday afternoon. Having spent a couple of days with people it was the first moment I had been able to reflect on my time here so far and something unexpected happened. A deep sadness overwhelmed me: a kind of dark cloud grew in the depth of my gut […]

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