The wound that heals

For the past couple of years, I’ve belonged to a small faith conversation group that runs from around May to August. It focuses on the writings of Discalced Carmelite saints St John of the Cross, St Teresa of Avila and St Therese of Lisieux along with other traditional and contemporary spiritual writers. Due to social…

New Year’s resolution!

My column in last week’s Catholic Weekly. Click here for more like it. One day in the week before Christmas I decide to get back to praying Morning Prayer from the Divine Office. I go to a quiet room, pull up the Universalis website on my computer and get two verses into the invitatory psalm…

Doubts and growth in prayer and life

A few months ago, speaking with a friend, I tried to explain my sense of loss of intellectual conviction about the most important beliefs that have so far underpinned my life and identity. At a deep level I seemed to be truly fed by the rituals of Catholic faith, it’s tradition, its people and the…

Appreciating the gift of nature

Spring is here and with it longer days. There’s time after the children are home from school for walks down to the local nature reserve or cartwheel practice on the back lawn. I water the pot plants and notice the popping up of new shoots, the bursting open of buds. The simple task of fashioning…

A spirituality of motherhood and creativity

From my Catholic Weekly column, which I was recalling today. I still very much feel that this is true about the creativity of motherhood, or at least, my experience of it. Though we live very different lives, I could relate to what the celebrated Australian artist Michael Leunig described about the way that he is able…

What Are We Really Doing When We Take a Photo of Our Kids?

Children often give us lovely moments. But occasionally there are some which seem so perfect they are un-real, literally breathtaking. Why do they come with such a pang of loss, of saudade? Is this why we so often reach for a camera, to quell the feeling of panic of losing a beautiful way of seeing…