Something happened a year ago that was very difficult and upsetting. I won’t go into details but I’ve had lots of flashbacks and shed lots of tears. I would think about it for hours, every day, multiple times. I’d think about where I was standing, what I could hear and the conversations I had. My heart used to race when I remembered.
This question got me thinking about the moment a baby enters the world. Go with me here! The midwife and parents-to-be gather in suspense, anxious to hear that first cry - a sign that the baby is alive and well! The relief, comfort and joy often captured in that moment, when the gift of a new voice is heard for the very first time, reminded me of the power for good in using our voices from the moment life begins.
This week my friend Catie drove 100 miles to hear the call of a bird called a nightingale. When I read her post about it I was like, whaat? Why would you drive all that way, just. to. hear. a. bird.
Have you ever seen those cushions that look all tied up, like a knot? My friend Claire showed me hers that she bought in Iceland, which is where they originate from. They’re called Icelandic Knot Cushions and the moment I saw Claire’s, I wanted one.
When I was a young girl, and through into my teens, I obsessed over what other girls looked like. 'She's prettier than me', 'She's thinner than me, 'She has a much better personality than me'... it didn’t actually matter what it was, because it all boiled down to the same thing: I wasn’t good enough - I needed to change.
10 minutes ago I reversed into my Dad‘s car there was such a crunch - I burst into tears.
As an artist within the music industry it’s so easy to play the comparison game... her hair is bigger than mine, that song is better than my last release, her social media following gets more likes, and so on.
'THAT’S NOT FAIR!' she shouted as I handed her a 1p coin. 'We should get way more than that!' And that’s when I knew she understood.
Ok, so it’s no secret amongst the people that know me that I totally love trees. I must bore all my family and friends when we go on walks as I’m always saying ‘Ah look how beautiful that tree is!’ or ‘Look at the shape/colour/height/of that one!’
I used to sing a song at my Girls’ Brigade group that went like this: ‘I stand at the door and knock I stand at the door and knock If anyone hears my voice and opens up the door, I will come in. I’ll eat with him and him with me, Revelation chapter 3, Jesus’ word’s in verse 20.’