Monthly Archives: September 2005

I am feeling a bit too prideful today. I know, I know, it cometh before a fall and all of that….. But if you type my name into three of the top search engines, my blog comes out as the … Continue reading →

It is almost the end of the month. No way to pretend it is not autumn now. This is the time of the year when I most fancy a fire to snuggle round. Central heating may be convenient but there … Continue reading →

Have found a helpful quote about writing – from Gloria Steinem. Most writers write to say something about other people – and it doesn't last.Good writers, write to find out about themselves –and it lasts forever.

There is no end of good advice around about how to succeed at writing. Though it seems to me that those proponents of the just get o­n and do it…brigade are actually making money out of others' procrastination. And that … Continue reading →

I have been thinking about Writing recently…..really Writing. Not just musings o­n the blog, not just more of my Creative Writing Course, but writing for its own sake.  The trouble is that I am good at starting things but not … Continue reading →

I regularly come back to this prayer for patience, from the Church of Scotland Pray Now publication way back in 1992. At times I seem to live o­n such a short fuse.Yet still you are patient with me,showing me where … Continue reading →

May Sarton is a favourite writer of mine. I am usually reading o­ne or other of her books or journals, and each time I reread an old favourite I see something new. How about this to ponder today from Mrs … Continue reading →

This is from the Magnificat of Friendship by Ann Johnson, and is based o­n Luke 1:39-56 God has come in vivid imageryto the help of my companion and myself,remembering God is a dreamer,according to the dreams our Creator dreamed in … Continue reading →

As I get older I keep hoping and praying that I will get wiser. It doesn't always feel that way. I love the o­ne-liner from Bridges of Maddison County (From Robert to Francesca) The old dreams were good dreams. They … Continue reading →

Another poet (Walt Whitman) – reminds us of something else about friendship and living…. I celebrate myself, and sing myself,and what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you.