I am in the habit of hearing criticism and taking it too personally and not always the good comments i receive -to keep a balance would mean less thorns, more roses and greater confidence in my writing and in all i try to do.

I love the early moring as the darkness slips away and dawn breaks. The garden gradually becomes alive with birds and rabbits, the trees come out the shadows and show their full beauty. silence becomes birdsong and i feel as if i belong. Such a precious time that nurtures my deepest longings and losses and which colours my dreams. and makes sense of my tears.

I live in a small community at a retreat house so day by day the community’s generosity is there -through all the niggles and tears and all the beautiful moments of growth and joy