The things that matter most in life are not fantastic or grand. They are the moments when we touch one another. Jack Kornfield.

These words were given to me on a little card by a dear older friend several years before she died. She loved gardens, beautiful things, drinking tea and above all conversation with friends about life and faith. Her tall frame was often clad in woollens, (of the flowing variety) in pastels, greys and beiges, none of which did justice to her fiery wit and sparkling eyes.

When I first met Ruth, I was a trainee psychiatrist and mother of three little boys, she a writer and poet and mother of three adult children. Ruth was no gossip, in fact, she chose her friends selectively, labelled them “free thinkers”, and with these, she liberally exchanged the richness, tragedy and mental struggles of life for physical and spiritual perspective.

Blogging is not a replacement for face to face conversations with friends but is nevertheless a “gathering place” for minds and hearts, and my life feels richer for this community.

‘Conversation’ here is based on faith and matters of the soul. The views expressed here are entirely my own, grounded by a deep respect for the word of God in the Bible and my own personal spiritual journey.