The Lord sets the prisoners free : Psalm 146:7 by Tracy Williamson

In my prison One of my prisons is deafness The constant roar and muddle of unknown sound. The label of stupid, the fear of being deficient; The lack of belonging, of feeling accepted. The walls of my prison are confusion and shame The chains restrict me from being me....

This little light – by Anthea Owen

Throughout November, my family and I have been joining with others across the country, to pray for our nation – individuals known only to ourselves, Government ministers, Her Majesty the Queen, local concerns, the NHS, the economy, those with physical and mental...

Thank you for thinking of me. By Anthea Owen

“Thank you for thinking of me.” Recently, I forwarded an email to my sister.  The email contained information about an online art exhibition that I felt sure would be of interest to my sister.  Her reply surprised me: “Thank you for thinking of me.” Now, I haven’t...

The Lemon Tree, by Christine Pitts

Several years ago, after making a lemon meringue pie, I decided just for fun to plant the lemon pips to see if they would grow.  Much to my surprise a few weeks later one tiny shoot popped its head out of the soil, obviously liked the look of the world above the...

Rio, the difficult one, by Christine Pitts

‘Animal Park’ is a programme on television following the lives of the many animals and their keepers at Longleat Safari Park in Wiltshire. The keepers work incredibly hard to keep all the animals healthy and happy, and one of their main aims is establishing a breeding...

‘To be, or not to be’, by Anthea Owen

To be, or not to be, that is the question. During Lockdown, my immediate household have really enjoyed some amazing theatre in the comfort of our own home (pj’s and dressing gowns, sweets and hot drinks – even pausing for loo breaks as needed!) courtesy of both The...

My Experiences of Lockdown, by Goldie (Tracy’s Hearing Dog)

I’ve been helping my mum Tracy to hear different sounds around her house nearly all my life, so I’ve got very used to her and my Auntie Marilyn’s little ways. Although they have a lovely house, they seem to like travelling around the country for hours at a time in a...

Courage, by Tracy Williamson

What does it mean to be courageous? Is it the absence of fear? Never being overwhelmed or daunted? Never at a loss to know what to do or say? Never intimidated, self conscious or shy? A stranger to anxiety, or the sheer reluctance to take one more painful step? A...