or something.

I have a dream for my life. It involves other people, investing in their lives and creating community, friendship and love.

It involves hospitality, creating safe spaces for those who might otherwise not have a space to call home. I’m hoping that my home will be a home for teenagers in long term care, and or for those just ageing out of care. I want to create a space too that is home for those who have been called into the mission field and need somewhere to call home for a while. I want to gather folks who are committed to radical hospitality and the creation of safe spaces, who have a yearning in their soul to see the abandoned found. I want to create a space that nurtures my creativity, and therefore allows others to explore and nurture their creativity.

what this exactly looks like, feels like, tastes smells and sounds like… I don’t really know. for now, though, I am putting my energy and resources into creating a foundation for this future. I am investing in the things that I want to be successful at later. I am seeking opportunities to learn more about myself, in order to be realistic in planning for this future. I am an optimist, and I am a realist.

I’m trying really hard to notice my life more. I get so quickly sucked into social media- where as we all know, you can scroll and scroll and scroll and nothing has been accomplished. Less often than I’d like a connection is made, but generally it’s a waste of my time and energy. It takes real intention and effort to make changes in your life. Small steps that are taken every day, slowly bringing us closer to our goals. I’m trying to notice those small steps and to make sure that they are on a path I want to follow.

Here’s to noticing, listening and creating.

above all, here’s to dreaming.



praying in colour

this morning, the second day of lent, I was thinking about a line that I’d read in ‘Wearing God’ as I went to sleep the night before. ‘We asked the students what they imagine their relationship with God would look like after if they adopted doodling prayer for five years, ten years. One student says this: “I think I would laugh with God more.”‘

Lauren Winner goes on to talk about the Laughter of God, and it’s an interesting meditation on a God who is not always pleasant but takes the side of the oppressed. A God who shakes Gods head at our actions and choices, but who, in God’s laughter, ‘appreciates that I cannot do any better but wishes that I could.’ This God knows that laughter fills a host of purposes- not only the communication of joy.

In any case, it was the practice of doodling with God that caught my imagination. I want to root myself ever more firmly in who God is and be willing to hear what God might be saying to me at the same time. Strictly speaking, this morning wasn’t about doodling, instead, it was a beginning place to centre on God.

It’s a start, and one I hope to carry through lent.

I’d highly recommend reading Wearing God by Lauren Winner too.