Have I thrown my life away?

It was the combination of a free Saturday and an imminent trip to Afghanistan which made me finally respond to Mum’s persistent and increasingly stressed requests to come home and sort out all my abandoned stuff. Less stuff, more life, right? I’ve moved out yet again with everything I need for both practical and aesthetic…

Glimpses and fragments of wonder

A photo of light reflected in a river. Like stars on a dark night. Glimpses and fragments of wonder.   Glimpses and fragments of wonder. This is the phrase that’s wandering round my mind this arvo. I’ve just binged on Brian Draper’s daily advent reflection emails which have been accumulating in my inbox. Better late…

Church culture shock

I was so desperate to leave church by midday but couldn’t work out why. I sent round a flurry of texts hoping to find at least one friend who was actually in London. Someone who required minimal effort, who was fun to be with, who could cheer me up, and who got me. Thank goodness…

As close to faraway

  Well exci(t)ed about my imminent move to London. Having never really planned to live there again, I am bizarrely warming to the prospect of return. Am not envisaging this voluntary resettlement becoming permanent, but one learns (reluctantly) to never say never.   My hear(t) language, with i(t)s dropped ts and lazy grammar, bubbles to the surface and I…

Homeward bound

Six years to the day since I arrived in Oxford, I rush back in my lunch break to hand over my keys to the letting agent and bring the Howard Street era to an end. A few weeks ago I was loving the liminality. (One of my new words of the moment, slightly misapplied to describe…