Soul Dipping

by Joanne Hipplewith . . . “… to be able to respond to the background ‘it’ differentially as we do, what must be in the nature of the ‘flowing stuff’ that we are immersed in?… what, actually, is our experience like initially, such that we seem to draw on a ‘common world’ in our efforts at communicating our experiences linguistically […]

I Wait

By Rukiya Jemmott . . . Corona virus, corona virus, corona virus You cannot see it, or hear it or feel it, And then it has you, it holds you, it hugs you, it crushes you. My sister is dying. I wait I wait I wait I am a key worker, I must work, and help my families and I […]

Lockdown Mass

By Paul Hibbert, University of St Andrews . . . Kyrie Between a moment unpursued,And an end that comes at last:Alone in empty longing, shatteredDays of sorrow will not pass. Kyrie, Kyrie Eleison And the bones that you have brokenIn these times will not rejoice.Chosen one, your tortured storyFinds each day another’s voice. Kyrie, Kyrie Eleison Futile, futile, repetitionDrags a […]

A Gift in the Wind

By Jenn McKinney . . . It was a month into lockdown when the brown papered parcel came in the post.  As I unwrapped the package I grew more and more puzzled, firstly due to the soft feel of the contents and then by the vivid colours that began to emerge as I unpeeled the paper, small pieces of material […]

Towards Safe(r) Uncertainty: Support for Managers

By Jenn McKinney . . . These are unprecedented times for all of us. What once was considered ‘normal’ is now what used to be (for the moment). We have entered a time of systemic flux (Murmurations Writing Project, 2020) where new ways of being are emerging and changing at quite a fast rate. We are finding that these changes […]

Kinship: A poem

By Leah Salter . . . Submerged in the struggle to go on and on An earth’s-crust-deep echo of us Of community Grounds my flight Transforming anxious movement to soulful steadiness From which we may flow In readiness In fellowship with everything that lives And has lived We are simultaneously who we are Who we have been And who we […]

The Little Stone Bird: After The Fire

By Leah Salter . . . I have been thinking recently about storytelling and creative writing groups I facilitate and take part in with women who have been referred by (and are surviving) secondary care mental health services, in my work within the NHS in Wales. I have written about these groups previously (Salter and Newkirk, 2019). They are an […]

Ice-Cream

By Clare Wenham . . . UK “lockdown” Day 47 . . . “You are your own stories….I see your life as already artful, waiting, just waiting and ready for you to make it art”. Toni Morrison, Wellesley Commencement address 2004. I bought it weeks ago, anticipating a noisy, family Easter Sunday: salted caramel and vanilla, strawberries and cream.  It’s clogging […]

Absent friends in shared landscapes …

By Lorna Edwards . . . I walk our shared paths without you, marvelling at the number of seasons we have shared. Now, the bluebells of Beltane cover the earth. I think of you and I know you are thinking of me. We notice budding oak leaf, bramble and fern, birdsong, tadpole and butterfly. The landscape is vibrant with life. […]