Tag Archives | maturity

Giant leaps and small changes

“I didn’t say anything. How could I? “I wanted to be the person who made a principled decision about my purchasing, the person who lived differently, who made a difference in the world. “But I also wanted to be the person who drank only the very best coffee. I was a student missions worker: I […]

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The bottle

“We’re married,” I whispered, like it was a secret, and we peeked at each other over large brown menus, the evening air still duvet-warm.   It had been an early sailing and long drive, but we were here, and it was just as he said it would be. We were sitting in the square, surrounded […]

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My flute: a love story

“I don’t know – maybe I should call my flute teacher, the one who teaches me,” said my flute teacher to my mother. “It could be that she’s taking a little longer to get the knack of the tone because she hasn’t got the right shaped mouth. Some people don’t.”   I stood in my […]

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The cupboard

(For American readers, larder = pantry).   Mum christened our house ‘Kia Nyama’, which means ‘house of meat’ in Shona. Our friends assumed that ‘nyama’ was spelt ‘yummer’ and thought it most accurate. It was the house of food.   On a sunny day (because childhood is perpetually sunny), we three kids would tumble in […]

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Sneaky snake

Joining with Amber on Mondays for concretewords, where we practice writing by communicating the abstract through concrete things – a Horse, a book, stairs – and today The Scales. These concrete words posts have led me on a journey through childhood and nostalgia and spiritual maturity – I write and that’s what comes out at […]

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Two trees

Joining with Amber on Mondays for concretewords, where we practice writing by communicating the abstract through concrete things – a Horse, a book, stairs – and today The Ornament (I think- I think – that Americans call tree decorations ornaments, so I’ve gone with that.) These concrete words posts have led me on a journey […]

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Roots

“Cursed is the strong one who depends on mere humans, Who thinks he can make it on muscle alone and sets God aside as dead weight. He’s like a tumbleweed on the prairie, out of touch with the good earth. He lives rootless and aimless in a land where nothing grows. “But blessed is the […]

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The Horse

  I’m joining with Amber’s Concrete Words series, where she writes about writing and uses concrete words to show the abstract. She is such an excellent writer, this is a masterclass. Writers, do join with us!     In the middle of the doctors’ waiting room, amongst the tired magazines and pale patients was an […]

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