Steph's Adventures

The last fortnight has been something of a roller coaster of emotions. Two weeks ago, on the evening of Monday 13th June I found myself diss...

I can't remember how long ago it was that I bought a latch hook kit as another fun creative project to try, nor can I remember how long ...

Last week I went on holiday.  I spent five days in a caravan on the beautiful west coast of Wales with friends. In total there were 8 of us:...

My last two blogposts have been distinctly less than cheery. I make no apology for that: too much online presence, particularly on social me...

This week the Home Secretary hit a new low (which is saying something, given the cruelty already embedded in the hostile environment for peo...

There are a number of intertwined reasons why it is has been more than a month since I last posted anything here; the simplest of which is t...

Whatever it may say about me, I do rather like dates with a pattern so I knew 22.02.2022 which was not only a palindrome but also an ambigra...

I know I use the word privilege a lot when I speak or write about my life and all the encounters and experiences it affords me. I do so beca...

Having not painted much at all for a while, why wouldn't I, for my next artistic project, take on "the big canvas"? Back in ea...

It is no secret that a lot of my time, energy and passion over the last two and a half years has been dedicated to bringing to life Stories ...

I wrote the following for Churches Together in England, so although it was written with a slightly different audience in mind which accounts...

Recently I was at a hotel being used to accommodate people seeking asylum. As people arrived and left they said a number which was duly note...

Despite being surrounded by commercial Christmas in the shops and city centre streets, it took me a long time to get into the Christmas spir...

Generally, in recent years, as anyone who reads this knows, my preferred forms of creative expression have mostly been poetry and painting. ...

A year ago I wrote a post setting out not my new year's resolutions but my "every day goals" for the year: the things I wanted...

The tradition of following the Stations of the Cross , reflecting on the events of Jesus' passion and death is an ancient one. later, St...

I have a long tradition of writing a Christmas poem each year. The earliest ones pre-date this blog by some years. I thought this year might...

Every Tuesday we meet together with a small group to reflect on and unpack the following Sunday's gospel. I find it a valuable space to ...

Many, many years ago I was a student. Eventually, about a year ago, I finally decided that, as they were no longer really wearable, they had...

I believe  The sky is always beautiful And that It doesn’t matter if its colours Are a mere illusion If it is not really Cerulean blue Or mi...

Yesterday Little Amal arrived in Birmingham and I, among several hundred others, was there to welcome her.  For those who don't know, Li...

I have recently returned from three days in Llandudno, my fourth, and I expect last (but who knows?), trip to Wales of the year.  Each has b...

Ten days ago it was the autumn equinox, and last week we passed Michaelmas, another date traditionally associated with the arrival of autumn...

I have never wanted this blog to just be a record of "first I did this, then I did that" but for my own interest, if not for anyon...