A Paper Clip and a Sticky Flag It’s interesting that in the last few months the other Companions and I have really focused on the little things that support our lives here. I most recently

On New Year’s Day we were greeted with a beautiful day of soft sunshine amidst the white wintery landscape surrounding the convent. It was a privilege to witness such beauty – the beauty of promise

I needed hope and I needed courage. I asked the Lord for these things and saw a hand reach out to open the cage of my chest, releasing into it two bobbing butterflies. I was

I have been living at the convent for the last 3 months. The honeymoon period has now end. The Companions program is in full swing and our new reality has set in. I must admit

    Recently I had a conversation with the brother of one of the other Companions. He works for a company that responds to emergency calls, and he talked about one particular call that came

King of glory, King of peace, I will love thee. And that love may never cease, I will move thee. Thou has granted my request, Thou hast heard me; Thou didst note my working breast,

Yesterday was the feast of St. Hilda of Whitby and tomorrow is the feast of Christ the King. I find myself musing on Christian leadership and the predicament our world is in. It’s often hard

On Thursday mornings, we have about thirty minutes of contemplative prayer instead of the usual Morning Prayer service at SSJD. When I first came to the convent, I had never done anything remotely like it.

It occurred to me as I stepped into the Labyrinth that I am at the furthest point away from the centre. If the centre is to represent God, then I was at the furthest point

At times it seems that life consists of scaling cliffs and bridging chasms, bounding moon-ward, leaping mountains, dancing in the star-filled void, while through it all a safety-net of custom, love and promises makes safe