Steph's Adventures

Sorting through a not-as-organised-as-I-aspire-for-it-to-be My Documents folder recently, I came across a couple of poems which I don't...

Some of you may have noticed that permanent is not something I do very well. In fact, 18 months into this adventure it is, as a friend rec...

Both before the event and after, I mentioned to numerous people that I was spending new year in Prague, which generally elicited various com...

I wonder whether it is ever possible to sum up a year in a few words or pictures. Probably not. In fact, now I come to think of it, I guess ...

I can't help feeling there is something somewhat sad about the fact that in Birmingham city centre Christmas was pretty much already ov...

Although Birmingham city centre would have you believe that Christmas has already arrived, we are currently in the much-overlooked season of...

As part of the Birmingham Literature Festival, I saw a poetry writing workshop at the library advertised with the theme of conflict, pe...

In an immediate sense I have my mother to thank for the inspiration for the poem below. It was her mention of the theme "flight"...

So once again my blog has sat neglected for almost a month. Amongst other distractions, this time round, are several blog posts for another ...

As the condensation on the windows suggests that autumn is approaching and thoughts of the summer holidays are fast-fading into the reces...

As is probably fairly obvious for readers of this blog, I quite like poetry. Creating it, more than reading it, actually. I have no idea wh...

Looking back over the year's photos in order to update   our community website , it looks like going on protests has been a major par...

It seems this blog has been somewhat neglected recently, with three blissful, internet-less weeks in Taize only providing a partial excuse. ...

As the end of the Easter season fast approaches, Holy Week already feels quite a long time ago and writing about it perhaps a little out of...