Soul Pilates with a Spirited Crone
Crosses are everywhere, planted at roadside crash scenes, prominent on churches and flags, decorating jewellery and tattooed on bodies. A colleague reckons the meaning of a cross is, “pretty obvious and fundamental”, but I’m not so sure. After years…
‘I just want to believe’, she said. The group went quiet. ‘Believe what’, I asked. ‘That the organisation will live up to its values’. There it was laid bare. The human desire for organisations to fix the world. To be…
The moment arrived. I opened the New Zealand Census webpage, filled in my code and with one click of the mouse became a No Religion, one of the fastest growing groups in our community. To be honest, I didn’t feel that…
‘So,’ said my Jungian analyst, voice quiet but interested. ‘You didn’t put your ordination dates in this autobiography.’ I scrambled to find the page and chuckled when I realised that I hadn’t even noticed the omission. An inadvertent absence was…