May 10, 2025
Off
By
nickie.aven
Going solo
Sometimes you know you’ve taken a step, something isn’t as it was, but it’s hard to put your finger on…
Journeying with love, loss and a senior rail card
Here we are at Samhain, the Day of the Dead, All Hallows (and it’s Eve); a time they say when…
Is the colour of cherishment cherry red?Does nourishment taste of casserole (or chocolate)?Does gentleness lie rocking in a wicker cradle?And…
Dear God,Are you up above or down below roundabout in all of us and all of it? Or nowhere at…
Today I am going to blow my own trumpet – and I hope you will join me in the band,…
It is a wet Sunday afternoon (very wet) and I have just seen my dear friend off at the station,…
This morning, as I write this, I held the first Wise Women Circle of 2024 (see events). We looked at…
I find it a challenge, in this lull after Christmas and New Year, to keep my spirits up. I suspect…
It cannot have escaped anyone’s notice that Christmas is upon us, the nativity story sitting oddly alongside glitzy consumerism. There…
Here in the northern hemisphere we are entering the darkest time of year. The nights are long, the days are…
Once upon a time, family, community and tribe were all one and the same – the extended family was the…
Last time, I posted a photograph of a rainbow arcing across the sky, after I had climbed out of the…
Some days I want to howl like an animal, lick my wounds and hide in a burrow. Some days getting…
Every Thursday afternoon, I volunteer at a local hospice. My role is to offer spiritual care within the in-patient unit.…
The other day, a friend gave me an article from The Guardian, written by a widow of 4 years, about…
I have recently returned from Germany, a trip which was inspiring and tiring in equal measure. I was visiting my…
I always tell myself this when I sit down to write. It’s the only place which is true for me…
This week’s offering is not so much a blog as a walk in the rain. Wet Sunday. Home alone. Inside…
Exactly 5 years ago today, as I write this, there was a knock on my door. A young policeman stood…
Today – not as I write this but as I publish it – is my birthday; not so much a…
I’m back on my favourite perch – the horizontal branch of the tree from which I can overlook the river…
“What medication are you on?” “None.” “None!?” “No.” “I was waiting to write down a long list!” I was at…
“Come on in. Cup of tea?” Isn’t that what we say when someone pops in, arrives by invitation of calls…
12 years ago, I took myself off to the Scottish Borders on a solo retreat. I had recently discovered Haiku…
As I write this it is a day or two away from my son’s birthday. He would have been 38.…
Someone asked me the other day if, 4/5 years on from major losses, I was happy again, My answer is…
Every journey, at least in the UK, starts with a look at the weather. For this journey I shall bring…