When hope is not harmful.

When hope is not harmful.

You might think today’s blog is about death and drugs, or perhaps, in our usual genre relating to  fear and the fragility of life, but you’d be wrong. It’s about hope. We are acutely aware of what a privilege it is to be allowed to work in the profoundly sacred space...
Reflections on 2025

Reflections on 2025

This is our last blog of 2025, and as I look back over the year, I’m struck by how often language fails me. The work we do lives in the space where joy and sorrow co-exist. Here  life feels both heartbreakingly fragile and fiercely resilient. We experience these...
When love leads.

When love leads.

Last week I met a six-year-old girl who reminded me that love always wins. Don’t worry, this is not a sad blog. No one dies. In fact, I’m not even writing about anyone who is sick. So, breathe out. No tissues required this week. Let me give you some context. My...
A life in measures.

A life in measures.

What does it mean to live a full life? I had to learn, yet again recently, that the answer is heartbreakingly complex. This week, we had two gentlemen who died a few hours apart on the same morning. They were both English speaking, they both had pancreatic cancer,...