Steph's Adventures

It's Christmas time when angels sing Their song of offered joy And prophets call in desert lands Their hope-filled words deploy ...

And following on from my previous post... Having struggled to put into words my experience of St Chad's Sanctuary, I wondered if poetr...

As part of our community agreement, we have made an active commitment to volunteering in the city: "Living as a Christian Community...

Although it is now December, and we are well into the Season of Advent, it is not yet Christmas. I say this as a reminder to all those who m...

I would like to wish you all a very Happy St Andrew's day! I can claim no Scottish connections, so this may seem like a slightly odd o...

At the moment, I am wearing a white poppy. It is a conscious choice and one which I am happy to explain and defend and justify. Around me, m...

It's the inevitable question when you go somewhere new, start a job, meet a new group of people ... so, tell us a bit about yourself....

Today Muslims are celebrating the feast of Eid al-Adha, or the "festival of sacrifice" which is (at least as I understand it) thei...

When I clicked to edit this as-yet-unpublished blog post, the first sentence began, "We are now into our second week of community life....

My previous post mentions hope: hope from situations that act as a reminder that there is another way and hope form inspiring people who ma...

Over recent months many of you will know about two things which have happened: one, I have moved into a new Christian Community; two, I have...

Back to the Taize poetry ... As always, our three weeks in Taize this summer was filled with lots of wonderful encounters with loads of d...

Last weekend, undeterred by the mud bath of the previous year we set off to Cheltenham for the Greenbelt Festival. I don't really...

“In every human being there is an inner life, where light and shadows, joys and fear, trust and doubt mingle. Amazing breakthroughs can ta...

If all had gone according to plan, this would have been our final week in Corrymeela. As I write, the other one year volunteers, with whom w...

As anyone who has been reading this for any length of time has probably figured that out by now; I like words a lot. I like books too. I kno...

We hear a lot about freedom. We hear of the 'freedom' of "anything goes" and of "each to their own." We hear of ...

Next (short) installment from my Taize poetry book: While melodies sing Unknown sounds dance From twisted tongues As words which m...

After three weeks in my favourite place on earth, we are back in the UK and back on the internet! Those of you who know me well will know...

You are blessed In your tears And heartfelt fears And in your dreams Of a better way Which feed your thirst For rightful ...

This time last year we were about to leave the Philippines. In some ways, the memories are still fresh, in others our last days there alread...

It is now about three months since we left Corrymeela, and other than going on a couple of protests, it might appear to the casual observer ...

The crowd was smaller than the week before, the journey longer, the sleep deprivation greater and the weather worse, much worse. The atmosph...

So far this year, Britain has committed to increasing its aid budget to 0.7% of its GDP, the first of the G8 country's to meet this in...

Last time the G8 met in the UK, we had the Make Poverty History campaign. Poverty was not made history, clearly; but either because I...