Sometimes an act of grace to someone who has wronged us can save not just their life, but ours.
I decided to get proactive about joy this year. I would work at an enjoyable pace, revising my to-do list whenever joy started to ebb.
Fenn’s story gets me wondering what I’d leave everything for to find. And his poem reminds me of Jesus’ parables.
Unlike a romantic relationship where feelings are shared and commitments publicly made, friendship’s informality can make it hard to know where we stand.
Comparison is rarely helpful and on our 1-star days we can all do with a little compassion.
This royal invitation came with no plus-one, so while Merryn dined with the prince in the palace, I sat in the park with the pigeons, holding an over-priced coffee and stale muffin from the kiosk!
Wandering the Agora today, freddo espresso in hand, selfie-stick at the ready, it’s easy to relegate such devotion to a bygone age.