Sheila Bridge Blog
The turning of the calendar from one year to the next always seems to me to be the most slender of reasons for celebration. Surely it is no more hopeful than the beginning of every new day? Why in the world would the changing of a single digit in a date inspire hope for tired... Continue Reading →
We've had a fabulous local initiative started up in three streets near us: a living Advent Calendar. The idea is that every night from Dec 1st to 24th - a different house in these three adjoining streets reveals a window display around 6pm and invites their neighbours out on to their driveway to share in... Continue Reading →
I'm doing two things badly at the moment: dieting and exercise. For the last three weeks, I have committed myself again to that most miserable of disciplines: dieting which for the sake of my health, simply has to be done. I never used to find exercising tedious but now that my various aches and pains... Continue Reading →
I began this morning by making coffee and getting irritated. The two things were only connected because I'd flipped on the radio. It was a conversation on the Today Programme which really irritated me.It wasn't what they were talking about; it was the way the interviewer was conducting the interview. You never ever hear an... Continue Reading →
I have learnt a spiritual lesson from growing potatoes. Just when they begin to show little green shoots just above the surface of the soil like this: you are supposed to dump another inch or two of soil on top of them! I was so excited to see these little shoots begin to appear, it... Continue Reading →
Is that anywhere close to 'Bonafide bonkers'? This week is wall to wall services if you are an Anglican clergy person: 4 services in the last 2 days and now a pause before the BIG day itself tomorrow. I'm feeling a bit 'bonafide bonkers' today. However, it was at the first of those services that... Continue Reading →
I've never liked being out of my depth. I am a good swimmer and have swum in some awesome places including the Colorado River that carved out the Grand Canyon (with a life jacket, and a life line to the raft) but I find the idea of being a tiny individual bobbing about over a... Continue Reading →
Three images are forming in me a sense of who I am and how I am called to live. From a recent retreat I was privileged to attend in Glastonbury run by Ian and Gail Adams (www.belovedlife.org) I have come away with three powerful images of who I am. They may sound like yoga poses... Continue Reading →
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H17edn_RZoY This is especially for Edwina and for Simon both enduring horrendous chemotherapy regimes. I would have put it on FB but I can't work out how to load these kind of files on there. Just a little dog happiness to keep you going... DogsAndPeople You may also enjoy 'Bob the Dog does theology again'... Continue Reading →
We have just had a wonderful proper long holiday in Northern Spain and I have come to the conclusion, not for the first time in my life that I could easily live here. For starters if you are in a holiday place it's very unlikely that anywhere would serve you breakfast before 9 am. 10... Continue Reading →
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