Enough

This post is for me. It might be for you too. I will be glad if it is because I won’t feel so lonely. Over the last few weeks (actually months) I’ve been fighting some feelings. Feelings which creep up on me unawares. Sometimes they are the first thing I think about. At other times they grab hold of my heart as I put another load of washing on and sigh at the never ending job of ‘being tidy’. Occasionally the feelings scream in my face like a drill sergeant, regularly (and most often) they are a quiet whispering, Voldemort style, my own form of Parseltongue which grips my gut and squeezes until anxiety builds and I feel myself succumbing to their message. What are you doing with your life? What are you contributing? Why are you here? You are not enough. Recently, I sat around a table with a group of women who I have known since I was 19 (I’m loathe to...
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Let there be lament

It happened after Brexit. It is happening after Trump’s victory. When did lament become being a sore loser? When did lament become a pity party?  When did lament become an expression of doubt in God? Where is the space for lament? I’m one of those people who took to social media to ask, ‘How did that happen?’. ‘Why did that happen?’ And, yes, many of my friends responded in kind. It’s true. I’ve got a lot of university educated lefty friends. But that doesn’t mean I am oblivious to the reasons behind what has happened. I get it. I see the divisions, the fear, the disappointment in our government. But I also hear the hate. The fear mongering. The looking at our neighbours as ‘them’ and not ‘us’. And I see all this and want to wail. To echo the psalms. To cry out, ‘Lord, save us and help us’. To lament. So I do. I am grieving an election which put people in a terrible position. I’m...
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