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Continue reading →: Also true
Sometimes after biking somewhere when I get home I forget I am still wearing my bicycle helmet, but when I look down to grab the keys from my bag I feel the straps dig in to my double chin. Then I remember. This is an actual thing, plus I love…
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Continue reading →: The Tedium We Have to Do
So I’m sitting here stuffing an abandoned Mother&Son holiday project. The one I was sewing and he was stuffing, until he realised how tedious the stuffing process is. It’s 34 degrees and I’m breaking out into a sweat just trying to push stuff into the guts of a particularly ‘home-made’…
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Continue reading →: I Want Bikkies
She said it loud enough for me to hear, this little treasure of 2 and a bit, tousled hair and perfect little face. I sat near her and as the meeting went on she had a moment, one of those moments where all of a sudden you know exactly what…
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Continue reading →: Praying for the One I Wish I Was
Somewhere along the way from childhood to adult it comes, this realisation that every one of you doesn’t get to grow up and marry a prince, or win x-factor, get the olympic gold, or win next top model… or whatever childish dream was ‘the’ thing we all wanted to be.…
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Continue reading →: On Spending It All
Maybe I’m a natural spend-thrift, or maybe I’m a borderline hoarder. Maybe it’s cultural, maybe it’s part of the brokenness of the human condition. Whatever it is, I hold on. I always have some extra stored away. I don’t want to open the pantry and see only what is…
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Continue reading →: Justice for the Waiting
Sometimes your friend is the protagonist, the favoured one, the top of the pile. And that’s okay because you love them… but it can be hard to feel like the sideline story. Then this one with all the gifting and all the gifts takes something of yours, brings you shame,…
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Continue reading →: Letting People Change
Lately I’ve been thinking about people and places in my past. Perhaps it’s the do-you-knows on facebook, maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s just growing older… Still, I’ve been challenged about the way I press pause on people and places. I look back at how someone behaved or didn’t behave, I…
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Continue reading →: Finished, Not Finished
This is one of those ‘Sunday words’ that whispers in my ear and makes me scribble incoherent words, on the back of a receipt or something I can find in my bag, halfway through a song. This thing about being ‘finished’. I feel like some of us feel like we’ve…
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Nau mai, haere mai (welcome) from Aotearoa/ New Zealand. I’m an educator, theologian, poet, textile artist, extrovert and lover of the Church. This is a space primarily for Christian poetry and blessing but also reflection. Want to use my work or know more? Please check in via a comment or email.
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