'Blessed are the peacemakers' When I think of peace, I think of white doves, olive branches and conscientious objectors. Peace requires solitude, demands silence, tastes bland, and is the preserve of the feeble and naïve. Being passionate about peace feels somewhat like an oxymoron. 'Blessed are the peacemakers' Sometime this year someone said, "peace belongs … Continue reading making peace
This week I received news which means I am likely to be moving up north to Sheffield from September. This has come in same week as celebrating the formal end of my grad scheme. It seems strange to be on the move once more, but I feel very settled in it. I may no longer … Continue reading Reflections on a year in London
I stand outside the barred church doors/ hammering with my fists/ while around me/ the world dies.
Optimism reflects a hopefulness and confidence for the future- the idea that good will always prevail over evil.