Sheila Bridge Blog
At the start of this week my Lectionary (it's a set of readings for the Anglican church) told me we were now in 'ordinary time'. This means we are not in a period of the church year leading up to a major festival such as Christmas, Easter or Pentecost (which was last Sunday). So we... Continue Reading →
The blog post below was written in early March 2014 . It was the start of Lent and I'd been ill for a month. Little did I know then but I'd still be ill for another month. In early April I went back to work. By mid April (just before Holy Week) I went back... Continue Reading →
When I was a teenager I frequently reminded my infuriated parents that 'tidiness' was not a fruit of the Spirit. (Yes, I did indeed grow up in the kind of household where Biblical references could be used as ammunition in any argument). Today I re-read Galatians 5 and was struck by another character quality that... Continue Reading →
This week I spent an infuriating hour attempting to download an app onto an ipad. The purchase of said 'app' entangled with me itunes. The whole wasted experience brought me near to tears of utter frustration and to the point of wanting to throw the computer and ipad out of the window. itunes do not... Continue Reading →
This morning, I came to tidy away the nativity figures from the top of our (now mostly eaten) Christmas cake. Mary and Joseph are missing. They were not edible . so I do hope no one nibbled them. I interrogated the most most likely suspect but under pressure he only yawned and looked at me... Continue Reading →
'Incredibly helpful but ultimately hopeless' - would be how I would sum up this book in 5 words. It is fascinating and intriguing and thought-provoking. It's the story of a 37 year old brain scientist who had a massive stroke at the age of 37. A huge haemorrhage in the left hemisphere of her brain... Continue Reading →
My mother is an enthusiastic charity shopper. One side-effect of this is that she has ALOT of clothes. Every now and again she has a good clear out and I am often the chosen recipient. Oh joy! Anyone whose mother has ever attempted to pass on clothes knows that this is not always a blessing.... Continue Reading →
Last week I heard a sermon on the parable of the watchful servants. (Luke 12:35-38). The story goes like this: the servants of a household stay up till 3 or 4 in the morning so as not to be caught 'napping' by the master of the household. The traditional interpretation is 'Don't get caught napping' or,... Continue Reading →
I am writing this whilst settling back into a chair in just the right position to hold an ice pack on to my spine between my shoulder blades. This is just another part of my body to be subjected to the ice-pack treatment. Training for this bike ride has been one long saga of setbacks... Continue Reading →
Earlier this week a had a lovely encounter in second hand shop that reminded me that where we can take small actions to help someone else, the effect can be out of all proportion to the effort. My second cousin had been staying for a long weekend. A whole generation below me in age, she... Continue Reading →
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